Ode to my Chair

About a week ago, as I was coming in from fishing, my fine old captains chair gave up the ghost. The base at the bottom of the legs had rusted out, and with nothing to help support the legs at the bottom they became weak and subject to breakage, which is what they did. At first I just lost one leg. It snapped off where it fit into the seat and couldn't be repaired. I managed to sit on three legs with the right arm resting on the table to help give it a little more support. It wasn't overly comfortable, but I managed. Then, last week as I was returning home, I was entering an area near Flynn Cove where there is a lot of tidal action. The tide was ebbing and the wind was blowing from the west against the tide, so there was a lot of rolling and slamming up and down. Well, the chair couldn't take it any more and collapsed, breaking off two more legs. Of course I went down with it and spilled coffee everywhere, and had to stand the rest of the way in. It was an unpleasant event- I've had that chair for fifteen or more years. So to honor the good service I got from it, I decided to do a little poem. I don't know how to do poems, so please bear with me as I pour out my heart and soul in this little literary masterpiece- Ode to my Chair.

Oh chair, oh chair, my lovely old chair

How often you welcomed my large derriere

You were ancient of days, scarred up and bruised

I held you together with nails, glue and screws

And on your  four legs I put rubber shoes

To keep you from sliding around

Oh chair how often I rested on your old wooden seat

A comfortable spot for my big slab of meat

And often I thought, well this is sure neat

To sit on a swivel chair

You were made of wood, metal and glue

And then when you broke I felt kind of blue

But I didn't fret, or cry or swear

For there were still three legs left on my wonderful chair

And so I sat again

Now three legs are fine in almost all places

But here on the boat with limited spaces

I struggled to keep all three legs aligned

And though it did work most of the time

It was always a struggle

Oh chair, my dear chair, through no fault of your own

Your metal base rusted where salt water was sown

Your wooden joints weakened (it happens with age)

So now it is time to turn a new page

And see what happens next

You know my dear chair I tried hard to fix you

Sometimes with nails and sometimes with glue

It never did work so what could I do?

I had no choice but to buy another

It's true chair I'm cheap, or perhaps the word's frugal

And I happened to look on the search engine Google

But there's no chair just like you, and though you are broken

I hung on to your seat and words were then spoken

To my daughter Jen

Her husband Justin is a right handy sort

And who knows oh my chair, he might be a good sport

And fix you

Perhaps from big dowels he'll make you new legs

From the parts that are left over he might whittle some pegs

And you'll begin a new phase of your life

And now my dear chair, I bid you farewell

You served me so faithfully, your seat was just swell

Your legs were strong towers, your swivel sublime

But now my old friend, I'm afraid that it's time

To part ways. Thanks for the memories