Zen and the art of flat pack assembly
A splendid thing has happened! Did you hear?!
Viv Wigley has just built a dining set!
He bought it in the blue warehouse of fear,
Surveyed the box, began to gently sweat.
What voodoo do they want me to perform?
He cried; for the instructions were not there.
He cleared his mind, he chased away the storm,
And mindfully he chanted “chair chair chair”.
And slowly, as the cat looked on non-plussed,
Quite zen-like he began to sort the bits,
He soared above the challenge, never fussed,
And piece by piece - my god - he managed it!
If YOU go to Viv’s house, just be aware,
That zen will rarely make long-lasting chairs.
In case you hadn’t heard the big news, Viv built some flat pack furniture today and requested a sonnet in honour of the occasion. How could I refuse.
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018
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