Story of a rocking chair

A rocking chair I bought,
from bargain of a local fair
thinking , I ‘ll rock in there
but it seems
to me as if , the fella who sold was in love with it
or it could be still
there’s someone else  nurturing a secret wish !
bought o’er yet with a crush on me
not letting  a chair to do the rocking ,
my innards brimming with joy merely looking
at it , taking a space empty
my small room of little clutter to my utter glee
thinking to myself , that it’s for me only…

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