My Chair

"My chair" It glides and rocks, and spins galore. It gives great comfort, to me and my bones. And it fits quite nicely, by the window near the door. If my chair ever had a few words to say, it would probably tell me to sit there all day. Just sit there all day, to glide rock and spin. Don't look at the clock, just spin glide and rock. It gives me spare change, and holds my remote. It doesn't need much of anything at all, except small repairs from hitting the wall. I tell my daughter not to spin so fast, not to rock too hard or my chair won't last. But you know how kids are, and the minute you leave. The spinning starts over, when she knows that I'm gone. She must spin real fast, it's a contest you see. To set a new world record, get her name in the book. Only to stop when I give her that look. By Trip Johnson