THE SEVEN CHAIRS

7 chairs made from the most majestic of wood

All together under one roof

Until one day they were sold

Split up for good

 

The first chair was found by a guy that’s  jerky

Stuck in the red clay banks

Of the mighty rio grande

Just outside of Albuquerque

 

The second chair now owned by a fish man

Sits at the helm of his trawler

On it he sits like a king

While fishing the waters of Japan

 

The third chair is claimed by a herder of llamas

It’s set at a table

Surrounded by Aqua blue waters

On permanent vacation in the Bahamas

 

The fourth chair is under a fellow that plays the tuba

Each night stuck fighting his massive weight

Hanging with the band

On the vibrant streets of Cuba

 

The fifth chair belongs to a nun whose passion is dance

She prays and then sambas

Waltzes and cha chas through the streets of Paris

The fifth chair ended up in France

 

The sixth chair was a gift for a man home from battle

A present from his wife and kids

Now placed at the head of the table

He eats and cheers on the Seahawks in Seattle

 

The seventh chair ended up cool

Splattered, painted, and sharpied

All part of a class

A class at Daly Elementary School

 

All around the world, the 7 chairs are scattered

Some are happy with their new places

Some are upset because they are still under a sitter

But now that have a big job that matters