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The Chair

you’ve sat long

on that chair

so long that it’s rickety

and the floor is uneven -

a sedentary shirker!

why?

can’t you repair it

and your son sit instead

and his sister help scrub the floor -

flat and smooth

while you retire to your villa

with dignity

will you?

say yes or yelp dad!

your own child’s asking politely

with lips of a sheep

hands of a bee

a child that looks like you

but acts like Mandela

will you?

stand up and leave the chair

whose wood is ebony

good for monkey’s buttocks

but I will cushion it

how?

stand there and see

how skilful

my hands could be

sure!

isn’t so attractive

and comfortable now?

oooyes! let me

sit on it once more

before clouds shut up on

me

no! it’s my chair now

yes, it’s all yours.