Chair

I bounce the energetic toddler on my knee. His diapered butt Is cushioned nicely against my lap And he feels seated. I let my rump rest on the wooden platform Supplied with a comfortable place to put my back And I feel seated. I watch the cat curl around itself Winding her tail to reach her nose On the couch And she feels seated. After a long day’s work My father stares longingly at the slender back Curving elegantly into a wide rump Resting on four sturdy legs And decides to sit.

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mariya-timkovsky

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