The yellow chair

The National Gallery in London
For a while

Treats us to some top-notch stuff,
By one-ear Frenchman.

So on a cosy Sunday afternoon,
After Arsenal lost to Man U again,

Thousands go
And I go too.

Everybody stops and stares
And sighs,

And I stop and stare too.
The makeshift hand-made pipe and hankie

On an crude weary chair
Folk from this neck of the woods chuck-out every day,

And an uneven, clay floor
(Fancy having such a botch-up in your kitchen).

Thousands move on to stop and stare and sigh
In other rooms now. I made for the exit