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I was spending a quiet evening Having a little read, Lying in my recliner With my lap robe on my lap. As the plot began to thicken, A cat as black as night Was plotting an infiltration And proceeded to carry it out. He snuck beneath my lap robe And crawled between my knees. He curled himself into a ball And settled down to snooze. Then several pages further on A small grey kitty came To snuggle up beneath my chin And take a little nap. My hands were free to turn the page My eyes were free to read. And kitties made good company For so frightening a tale. But then the white one came upon Our comfy little pile. He thought he spied an empty lap And hatched a little plan. He took a reconnoiter And thought the field was clear. A graceful leap was all it took To reach his rightful place. The black one's not a small cat And neither is the white. Now with one atop the other and both upon the chair, The footrest folded with a clunk The chair back flipped upright. The white cat yowled and bolted west The black one came unglued The grey one squeaked and climbed my face My book sailed past the couch With balance gone, I gave a yell And landed on the floor. And that’s why I lie on the couch to read and watch TV and not in the recliner any more!
Red chair, always there. Surrounded by fabric, Pins and scissors at the ready. Gentle, quiet, methodical stitching, Snatching a moment here and there. Red chair, always there.
I have a lovely old upholsterd red chair in my lounge...my favourite place to lose myself.
I hope blank verse counts!
ReplyDeleteHere goes:
An Exciting Evening at Home
by WOL
I was spending a quiet evening
Having a little read,
Lying in my recliner
With my lap robe on my lap.
As the plot began to thicken,
A cat as black as night
Was plotting an infiltration
And proceeded to carry it out.
He snuck beneath my lap robe
And crawled between my knees.
He curled himself into a ball
And settled down to snooze.
Then several pages further on
A small grey kitty came
To snuggle up beneath my chin
And take a little nap.
My hands were free to turn the page
My eyes were free to read.
And kitties made good company
For so frightening a tale.
But then the white one came upon
Our comfy little pile.
He thought he spied an empty lap
And hatched a little plan.
He took a reconnoiter
And thought the field was clear.
A graceful leap was all it took
To reach his rightful place.
The black one's not a small cat
And neither is the white.
Now with one atop the other
and both upon the chair,
The footrest folded with a clunk
The chair back flipped upright.
The white cat yowled and bolted west
The black one came unglued
The grey one squeaked and climbed my face
My book sailed past the couch
With balance gone, I gave a yell
And landed on the floor.
And that’s why I lie on the couch to read and watch TV and not in the recliner any more!
Wol, that is priceless!
ReplyDeleteI think I'm too late...but here's my little poem.
ReplyDeleteThe Red Chair.
Red chair, always there.
Surrounded by fabric,
Pins and scissors at the ready.
Gentle, quiet, methodical stitching,
Snatching a moment here and there.
Red chair, always there.
I have a lovely old upholsterd red chair in my lounge...my favourite place to lose myself.
Jacky xox
Thankyou so for stopping by my little corner...and Happy Bloggiversary - your little wood pendants are just lovely x
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