Red Winged Black Bird on a fence post in a field.

Basille Benches


Category: poetry
There are three benches across the hall
Solid and brown, and crafted of wood
They sit with patience, stoic and all
Ready for whatever should come their way

I must wonder about those little benches
Their simple structure so obviously good
But I see splinters and all sorts of pinches
Discomfort from hardness, refusing to sway

Cushions are missing from the seats of these items
I find myself more comfortable stood
A small bit of padding could easily right them
And make those bare benches a nice pleasant stay.

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