Out to our secret garden, I go,
No one's looking, I start the show,
Under the Pergola, out of the sun,
Dogs disappear so they miss the fun.
I check the back and all is clear,
My seat is better than I did fear.
Looking down I see my spindly legs,
After all these years, they are nice pegs,
Another check, just to make sure,
I start to strip in the morning air,
Down to shorts and croc's, I don't care.
After a few strokes and a cup of tea,
I'm bowing and scraping for all to see.
The old is cast off and on the floor,
A few more strokes and I lose some more.
What I see now looks pretty neat,
Now phase one is done and all is bare.
Tomorrow morning, I will repaint this chair.
© Dave Timperley 23 August 2017
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