I took a sand chair to the yard
Which had a patch of sun
And sat to take a phone call,
Which had only just begun.
The sun, alas, would not stay still
So soon I was in shade
And had to move my chair,
A most amusing escapade.
You see, this happened several times
To get the sunshine right,
But every time it happened
Was a laugh-inducing sight.
A sand chair‘s seat is very low;
With youth’s agility,
It’s not a problem getting up -
That’s not the case for me.
I’m sure I looked hilarious,
My balance not quite there.
I need a better place to plop
My aging derrière.
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