I bought an office chair this week in which
To sit and write, or read or ruminate.
It came flat packed and was an utter bitch
To fasten all together, such a weight!
I sussed the levers, lumbar whatsit thing
Then screwed the arms on, set it up just fine
And sat. I twirled, and settled back to bring
Some thoughts, ideas and memories in line
But would they come? Unfortunately not.
All inspiration gone, vamoosed, my head
An empty shell. So two days on the trot
I've forced myself to read Ted Hughes instead
Today I've ruminated in despair
And come up with some lines about a chair