My favourite Chair

Sorry about the delay. I got lost. Well, it is not my

fault that I took the wrong turning. It was only because

I had a yearning for all things old — so old that I was

left cold. It was just sitting there; unloved and

unwanted. I had to go in and ask the price — after

I said it was so nice. So home with it, I came, with

a chair made of cane. Now I sit in it writing stories —

some short, some long. So it is a bloody good job

that the chair is so strong or else I’d be sitting

on the floor where I certainly don’t belong!