A Toast To A Ridiculous Pair/Chair

A ridiculous man,
after steady exertion,
reclines in a comfortable chair.

But what if that chair
Of it's own inclination
Was suddenly up in the air?

He dreams of adventure
With lashings of vodka,
But awakes in a state of despair

To discover that the frame,
(Once a fixture in his domain),
Hangs aloft of his familiar lair.

A daft poem By Me :-D

Bon Voyage Mr and Mrs Ridiculous and thanks for a lovely day, be sure to skype soon, we'll miss you.

Ps apart from a teeny tiny crop, this is straight out of camera... possibly a first for me!