Chair Talk

CHAIR TALK!

'G'day to you, Shadow! Thought, today, we'd have a little chat......

About the manufacturing process.... little things like that.

I must say I'd like your opinion on the reason for my holes!

After all, I'm just for sitting; I have no other roles!

It pains me to think that I was made out of strange left-over bits!

After all, I have my feelings and, when somebody sits,

And then says 'What are these holes for?' I feel I want to scream!

It's not as though I'm part of a set, with a sort of matching theme!

But I've just noticed, Shadow, that you look pretty smart!

It's true! When I see you lying there, I think 'A work of art!'

In fact, I think you're The Answer! For, looking at you, I've found

That my 'raison d'etre' is simply you, lying on the ground!
My holes may be rather peculiar, but my shadow is quirky and fun!
I may look odd on a cloudy day, but, wow, I shine in the sun!

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TICKETS!

Both Alice and Herbert were sixty. 

They were strolling along on the beach

When a bottle bobbed up right beside them!

It was, luckily, right within reach.

Alice unscrewed the top and 'Hey Presto!'

A funny old genie appeared

With a notebook to hand and a pencil

And a strange little feathery beard.

'You're in luck!' said the genie, politely,

' What good fortune is coming to you!

You may both make a wish  and I promise

The wish that you make will come true!'

'I wish for two tickets!' cried Alice,

'To some fabulous holiday isle.

I'll enjoy it so much with dear Herbert!'

'Here is yours' Genie said, with a smile.

Sure enough in her hand was the ticket

To an island of palm trees and bliss!

But Herbert was not at all happy

With the ramifications of this!

'The holiday sounds quite terrific;

A love-nest right down by the sea,

But my wish is that Alice, who's sixty,

Could be thirty years younger than me!

Poor Alice is looking quite faded;

As for me, well I'm youthful and spry!'
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The Genie then grinned and responded

'All right Herbert. You're ninety! Goodbye!'
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