the rocking chair stood alone
situated in its own spot
upon it one single bone
that had just started to rot
never had it creeked or moved
since the death of uncle Jim
he' d always disapproved
anything in the chair with him
one day spot dog went missing
after sitting in uncle Jim's chair
people heard chair a hissing
believing uncle Jim's still there
spot never returned to this day
on the chair is bone and leash
nowadays that chair does sway
by it spots mouldy old quiche
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