The cushion lounged,
sat back on its revered bum, flanked
by two carefree attendants
Who liked nothing more
than to emulate their liege lord,
albeit they were given only to produce
a more squashed-looking facsimile.
On that regal dais,
sketchy-looking pages lay, bowed,
having come unbound of what adhered them once
to their hardbound face, although they still
maintained sibling cohesion.
And so they beseeched
the royal bolsters to grant them
shelter and patronage.