Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Ode to the Massage Chair

Family and friends I have missed,
Even appliances and laundry bliss.
But there is one that is dearer still,
One of which I can't get my fill.

The one who greets me with open arms,
The one who heals and never harms,
The one who gives my feet a rest,
And makes my back feel its very best.

O, Massage Chair, how I love you,
And the way you do that thing you do.
You make me sigh, you make me smile,
You always go the extra mile.

Here with you I feel at ease.
You work so hard and always please.
Our time, for now, may end as it starts,
But some day soon we will never part.

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