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 |   Poems written for "The Daily Poem" Contest inspired by various prompts. |
| The Throne I have many kinds of relatives each with distinct appellatives: recliner, bench or rocking chair, simple or with savoir-faire. I myself am quite unique; you see me when you take a leak. I have a purpose, clearly known. Held in esteem, I’m called “The Throne.” Welcoming, I “press the flesh” and offer you time to refresh though seemingly taken for granted until your derriere is planted. I’ve been known to make a splash and at times I can be brash like when you’re lying on the floor telling me about the night before. I have a sense of humor too which you’ll discover when you pooh should you forget to flip the light - my seat will always be upright. This is my lot. I am content considering the time we’ve spent deep in thought in near silence … excluding all the flatulence. So whether plain white crockery or clad in Star Wars mockery, I'm always there, supporting you no matter what you do doo-doo!  An entry for the October 16th round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem"  Prompt: PERSONIFY A CHAIR OR SEAT Poetry Form: Quatrain Line Limit: 200 Line Count: 28 |
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