The lost golden chair

chair

 

Once it was at a table for three.

Proudly placed under a tree.

 

For a hatter to sit on his rear.

Chattering in a dormouse’s ear.

 

A golden cushioned chair.

Tattered, torn and worn bare.

 

Lost in an alley alone now.

Waiting for a curtsy or bow.

 

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