Well, I'm alive, I'm not exactly kicking as I'm recovering from a broken leg and a broken foot.

I'd like to say thank you to all my subscribers for all the lovely comments that I've had, and if my poems bring a little bit of pleasure and fun, that's enough for me.

Well, the more observant of you, I see that there's something slightly different about Grandpa's cosy corner?

The reason I got a new 1 would be evident in my latest poem called My Old Armchair.

In 96, when I retired and became a man of leisure, I bought myself a posh armchair to enhance my retirement pleasure.

It was made from soft green leather, and it hugged me in its warm embrace as I reclined and reminisced with the sun shining on my face.

It had a swivel on the bottom so I could turn and spin with ease, and a lever on the side to raise a rest for my weary legged feet and knees.

It served me well for nearly 30 years, and I thought I'd looked upon it as a friend.

But as its leather cracked and its seat collapsed, I could feel our friendship coming to an end.

It felt more like a hammock, and getting out became quite risky, as I found out 1 day when I rose to pour myself a whisky.

I tripped As I caught my foot on the leg of the coffee table, I tried to stop myself from falling, but in the end I wasn't able.

I felt it go so I could tell, and landing in a crumpled heap, I broke my leg as well.

I didn't blame my faithful chair, but I'm afraid the time had come To let it go to old chair heaven and buy another 1.

It's not the same, it's not even leather, it's some kind of fabric stuff.

But it goes up and down and reclines and lifts, so I suppose it's good enough.

It's all electric in the modern style, and even responds to voice commands.

So there we are, out with the old and with the new.

But compared to my old faithful chair, it isn't quite as cosy.

I'll have to wear it in, and I'm sure I will.


Speaker 0: Ah, welcome back

Speaker 1: to Grandpa's Cozy Corner poetry lovers. As you can see I'm alive and kicking. Well, I'm alive, I'm not exactly kicking as I'm recovering from a broken leg and a broken foot. However, that's another story. I'd like to say thank you to all my subscribers for all the lovely comments that I've had, and if my poems bring a little bit of pleasure and fun, that's enough for me.

Well, the more observant of you, I see that there's something slightly different about Grandpa's cosy corner? I have a new armchair. The reason I got a new 1 would be evident in my latest poem called My Old Armchair. And here it is. In 96, when I retired and became a man of leisure, I bought myself a posh armchair to enhance my retirement pleasure.

It was made from soft green leather, and it hugged me in its warm embrace as I reclined and reminisced with the sun shining on my face. It had a swivel on the bottom so I could turn and spin with ease, and a lever on the side to raise a rest for my weary legged feet and knees. It served me well for nearly 30 years, and I thought I'd looked upon it as a friend. But as its leather cracked and its seat collapsed, I could feel our friendship coming to an end. It felt more like a hammock, and getting out became quite risky, as I found out 1 day when I rose to pour myself a whisky.

I tripped As I caught my foot on the leg of the coffee table, I tried to stop myself from falling, but in the end I wasn't able. The coffee table broke my foot. I felt it go so I could tell, and landing in a crumpled heap, I broke my leg as well. I didn't blame my faithful chair, but I'm afraid the time had come To let it go to old chair heaven and buy another 1. It's not the same, it's not even leather, it's some kind of fabric stuff.

But it goes up and down and reclines and lifts, so I suppose it's good enough. It's all electric in the modern style, and even responds to voice commands. I'm not so sure I trust it. I just hope it understands. So there we are, out with the old and with the new.

Let's hope the future's rosy. But compared to my old faithful chair, it isn't quite as cosy. I'll have to wear it in, and I'm sure I will. Let me demonstrate this voice command. Chair, turn left.

This voice command. Up. Chair. Turn left. Stop.

Chair. Turn right. Stop. Oh, chair turn right. Stop.

Speaker 0: Look at this. Chair, turn round. This. Chair, turn round. Do you see what I mean?

Chair, stop. Cease rotation. Stop! Cease rotation! No, what's the command?

Stop revolving! Oh no! I'll see you all next

Speaker 1: week. I hope.

Speaker 0: When the revolution stops. Goodbye.

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My old arm chair