I'm sitting in my Sussex garden <br />Feeling all alone - yes cold. <br />Autumn leaves swirl all around me, <br />In summertime I was so bold. <br /> <br />I am standing to attention <br />Though I could be folded down. <br />But my owner just ignores me <br />Sits inside in dressing gown. <br /> <br />I've served him well at barbeques <br />Throughout the summer long. <br />Saw him prancing round the patio <br />With his sauces, cooking tongs. <br /> <br />I have held some quite strange bottoms. <br />Fat ones, thin ones, those with piles. <br />I have seated tarts, yes vicars, <br />Why! I've even held a child! <br /> <br />My owner's cat has sat upon me <br />As his ginger coat he preens. <br />A foot of snow has lain upon me, <br />A sudden shower has rained me clean. <br /> <br />I'm sitting in my Sussex garden, <br />Feeling all alone, so sad. <br />But I could be on the scrapheap <br />So life for me is not so bad!<br /><br />Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-chair-2/
