Seated on a folding chair,
The classicist adjusts his crotch,
Takes his chashma off,
and finshes the Sunday crossword.
Its time to do a task,
Something that doesnt deserve a second thought,
let alone meticulous preparation.
So its taken on,
Deft and Rigid as ever,
He finishes it.
Gets back to his chai,
Seated on a folding chair.
Flimsy as ever, the chair screeches as he settles down.
Another sip of the chai,
A new task .