I was thinking about a monologue Mia wrote about her grandfather in his chair, and remembered that Viv Stanshall has also staked out a claim in this area.
Growing up to be like dad,
Death defying times ahead,
Retelling stories old,
OF times when dad was older.... younger ...
Now he sits and has
Every comfort and sits
With a washable cover
Yet it niggles him
That his life has gone by
So he says to his son.
I don't want to think
I'm not paid to think
I've retired you see
But it worries me
How can I convey?
You might turn out to be
Possibly, an armchair like me.
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