Domestic Bliss Poetry Contest
5/22/2026
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
I bought a chair to rest my bones, I call it “Sam”, my vibrating throne. It hugs my back and holds my drink, the perfect place to sit and think. But once I drop onto that seat, I lose the use of both my feet. A strong magical embracing force, locks me inside my lazy course. I try to rise, I fight that spell, But in this seat, is where I dwell. I guess I’m stuck here for the day, please send snacks rolling my way.
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