This Is My Chair

This is my chair and mine alone

This is my think station, my ruling zone

 

This is my chair where I have my say

Where you stop and listen and sometimes obey

 

This is my chair in which I dream

In a world where things are not what they seem

 

This is my domain where pretence hangs around

With fiddlesticks and baloney are bound to be found

 

This is my chair where kids often creep

To curl on a lap when wanting to sleep

 

And this is the chair where they’re kissed goodnight

Reviews

[Gee]

A nice easy flowing poem that gives a brief glimpse into your world.
Should "with fiddlesticks" be "where fiddlesticks"

Good afternoon

[Pauline]

Thanks Gee and yes, it should be 'where'
thanks for pointing that out.

Pauline.

[Relic]

A totally enjoyable poem. I have my own chair I find myself in every night. The laptop keeps me company. :)

[Pauline]

It's a health problem with me. I can't sit on soft seating.

Pauline,

[Unspoken poet]

This is wonderful, wonderful rhyme scheme

[Pauline]

Hello there "Unspoken Poet" and many thanks for your lovely comment.

Pauline.