The Benchwarmer

Sweet mother loves sitting on a bench, the spray painted seat she only knew! By the sea, she oft let her spirits clench to the lore of love where I once grew. She watches seagulls dive for a quench, as waves predispose to catch her view; sweet mother loves sitting on a bench, the spray painted seat she only knew! O, look how she put the sun to blench, giving her the sea in note less mew, which let a startling night, to unscrew stars to dance, anew, that in elench sweet mother loves sitting on a bench, the spray painted seat she only knew! - inspired by Brian Strand's A Rondel Poetry Contest