The chairs they sit and wait,
new and clean and sturdy and stylish.
They bathe in the sun, warming their seats,
two that are adjacent play footsies with their feets.
Waiting to serve they try to look inviting,
their wood and fabric glow in the lighting.
Excited to be here and no longer in parts,
they hope and pray with their wooden hearts.
Yearning to be the one that is chosen to come,
and look astute while supporting a bum.
While the sitter laughs and jokes and sings a song,
the proud chair does its best to remain strong.
It plugs its nose and ignores the gas,
that is inadvertently passed,
because it is a servant and eternally proud,
to be the best chair in the crowd.
And sometimes it sits unsat for a while,
but you can be sure that it will soon smile,
when dinner is cooking and the scents are nice,
it smells like ceasar salad and curry and rice!
For once the food is served and the beer is poured,
the chair will no longer be bored.
It stiffens up and stands at attention,
and never expects even a mention.
And after the sitter goes to sleep,
the chair sits and makes not a peep.
But it knows that they had good fun,
and that the work today was a job well done. :)