Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Less Pressure on Me

I'm the piece of furniture that

My owner still dotes most upon,

Decades together in his flat.

He's joyous when she sits upon

Good ol' me, his cane bottom'd chair.

Fanny became love of his life.

Her sittings on me, wear and tear,

Weight of her bottom, source of strife.

It be a miracle that I

Held myself all together when

She sat. Sadly, Fanny did die,

But for him, sits on me again.

Since Fanny's now a ghost as such,

Her fanny doesn't weigh as much.