​Where Did Mr. Swift Go?

It was a sunny Friday and I was enjoying the autumn's glow,
When I thought I heard my easy chair say, "Where did Mr. Swift go?"
My sis and her husband, Mr. Swift, got married in Jan. '69;
They came for her 40th college reunion and everything went fine.
 
They stayed for 4 days--they used our pillows for their rest,
This "reunioning" takes lots of energy, it puts your endurance to the test.
Between events, Mr. Swift would recline and sometimes snore,
He would get some rest then go reunion some more.
 
I had introed him to my chair--to get him off his feet,
We all would benefit if his attitude remained sweet.
Only once did he nap when I wanted to rest,
Letting him have the chair put my hospitality to the test.
 
Does your furniture talk to you, your bed or your table?
What would your furniture say to you if it was able?
We invite lots of people over--we remember where they sat,
Our four dining chairs are steel--it doesn't matter if you're fat.
 
My furniture (like I) want to know what people think;
The sofa and the chairs ask me more questions than does the sink.
They might ask, "Why did those people stay so long?"
Or my furniture will quiz, "What makes their conversations so strong"
 
So, thanks Mr. Swift for being a good guest,
And giving my furniture the opportunity to give you some rest.   
 
Dave Hale
10/30/11 
Ottawa, KS    620/245-5778