My Favorite Chair - Poem by David Darbyshire
To sit in your favorite chair
For hours without a care
Newspaper, Slippers and a Tea
This is the life for me...........
I didn't notice before
what this button was for..
I press the button await my fate
'WOW', now it's starting to 'Vibrate'
And now I sit back
for a full Lazy attack
content with my chair
at the ceiling I stare
Soon my eye-lids begin to fall
I start to curl up into a little ball
I dreamt of eating ' Marshmellows', all night Long
In the morning when I woke up my 'pillow' was Gone?
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