A+Leather+Chair

A Leather Chair Some idiotic techie before me, Had used superglue, of all things, To stick some wheels, To the bottom of a plush leather chair, Maybe some “tech hour” seeking actor, Had done this, Just to agitate some future techie, They do that you know, So I pulled out my handy set of pliers, And set to work, Among the drills forcing screws into beams, And the roar of wood devouring saws, I settled down with my patient, On the paint splattered stage, To begin the poor chairs surgery, Underneath blinding lights, One wheel slipped out with ease, So did its helpful brother, But the other two decided, That they should stay put, Fellow tech people passed by, Carrying a grey wall panel, Or a handful of screws needed onstage, Ignoring me in my predicament, I glanced up from my fruitless yanking, To spot saw two sawdust covered shoes, Standing beside me, In the saw dust covering the floor, I looked up to see a boy, Gazing down at me with blue eyes, His grinning face framed with soft brown hair, My ears barely heard his “Want some help?”, My mouth formed the words ”Sure!”, Pulling out another set of pliers, He began to work alongside, To help in the fight against rebellious wheels, One wheel gave in, Popping out like a cork, The other held on, Being as stubborn as our director, While crew chiefs argued over a lopsided door frame, We pulled, We chipped, tugged and tore, Willing the last wheel to come out, With a small ‘crack’, The wheel split in half, One piece in our hands, The other firmly lodged, “Phooey” That’s a good word to describe our thoughts, We looked at each other, Then back at the annoying piece, Our pliers clamped right back on, We pulled together, Feet braced against the chair, Finally the persnikity piece began to ease out, Success! Hand over hand, My feet still braced, Muscles straining, Begging me to release, “Got it!” I waved the piece of wheel triumphantly, A smile ruling my face, And his face, “Thank you!”, He helped me to my feet, He gave me a smile, “You’re welcome!”, He walked away with a little goodbye wave, I watched him go, The piece of wheel still dangling from my hand, “Nice guy,” I thought wistfully I glanced back at the chair, Laying pitifully on its side, Wheels scattered around its’ form, I think that I really like this chair.