oh Tattered old chair..
what shall you be?
your paint is much to lovely
to part with you see.
Maybe a little smaller..
a potty chair you could be.
You could help him get trained
before he turns three.
Or a planter.
But my flowers all dead.
And I can’t bear to banish you
back to the shed.
So I’ll sit and ponder.
This won’t be the end.
“hang” in there
is the only clue I’ll give you my friend 
(more pictures to come next week)
