Brown and Broken No More

I was walking down the street
when I happened to meet
a sad looking chair
that gave me a stare.

It was getting dark
and the weather was bad,
I couldn't just leave him
looking so sad.

The chair was broken
and brown, it is true,
but I had paint
and a hammer and glue.

I told him of all
the places we'd go
once he was fixed
and got back his glow.

I promised to
fold him into the car
and take him advneturing
near and far.

The chair liked my plan
and wanted out of the weather,
so I picked him up
and we went home together.

♡

Featured: Two coats of paint

and an embroidered seat

gave my poor chair
a new lease on life.