(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I shall never care,
‘Bout anything besides my chair.
It’s where I go to take my rest,
When that virus has me stressed.
With foot stool close and at the ready,
Between the two, my body steady.
A comfy blanket greets my arrival,
Part and parcel to my survival.
With TV on, I start the streaming,
A wasted day, there’s no redeeming.
The pups on lap to comfort me,
A mindless time, that is the key.
When life gets tough that’s when I choose
To languish there, perchance to snooze.
And only when the threat’s abated
Will my good friend become vacated.
Al Hood 2020
Now THAT looks like a comfy chair. After a month of languishing in front of the boob-tube, my back end has assumed approximately the same contours.
(Hope you are doing well, my friend. Sorry it has been so long.)
Wow, so good to hear from you, Peg! I was worried.
Now I know what it must be like for someone whose military friend was reported MIA, but suddenly shows up at the front door.
Also wondering if Peg-O-Leg Industries will receive its bail-out money soon?
We are still waiting. I’m afraid we might have to shut down our retail operations permanently, and start selling through Amazon, like everything else now.
Totally fabulous and soothing…. and I can relate! Thanks for the morning smile!
Glad I could add a little mirth during this shut down of society. Glad to hear from you and know you are staying safe and healthy!
Yes, I too have a close personal relationship with my special sitting place. It’s kind of sad to see a permanent shape of my butt on that cushion when I get up.
Great poem! Keep on sitting my friend.
w/a Jansen Schmidt
LOL! As Confucius once said: “May the cushion of comfort always rise up to meet you.”
Ah, that’s a good-looking chair – it looks like it’s had a lot of action 🙂
Thank you for sharing your poem, I loved it and now have a smile on my face!
Best of wishes,
Thanks, Carly. We need more smile pandemics and less virus ones.
Awww, nothing like a comfy chair, cozy blanket and a loyal dog by your side. That virus doesn’t stand a chance against all that. 🙂
Love back to you!
Nicely done. I fear too many of us share the sentiment.
I’ve no doubt of it, Linda.
Love the poem!
What – not a recliner?
Oh yes, it is definitely a recliner. I can sleep hours in it.
Lovely…. I can imagine….
It’s my comfort zone, plain and simple.
Good to know…