Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Who Has Been Eating My Chair? - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

Who Has Been Eating My Chair?

 

(Which Goldilocks did not ask)

 

Lawn chairs are for lawn-sitting quite at our ease

Soft summer evenings with a book and a glass

With birds and squirrels chittering away

Merrily over their supper of chicken scratch

 

Lawn chairs are presumably not nutritious

But every morning mine has been gnawed away more

Its cotton cover shredded and ripped and torn

The puffy filler scattered all over the lawn

 

What creatures in the night fight, chew, and riot

To make my comfortable old chair their diet?

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