MJ Doll - A Place To Rest

Ahh, the sweet smell of the autumn sun

And thus I find some silverish disaster

Since I do desire to rest my bun

I start to build with the new found cluster

An ordinary stool, for my weight to bear

 

But as there are so many more

I put together to complete a chair

And compile a backrest, for mine is so sore

Whole my life I was searching my seat

The final space, now quite a feast

I create it myselfe, eventually I face

My final place to rest in peace