Ok, not my best, but it's a first try to an ODE. Tell me what you think!
It sits there
Day after day
Waiting to be warmed
By a passing bum
Urning for the sun
to melt away the frost.
It bows under weight
groans and moans
Stands even when it snows
Hidden in a different world.
Ode to the bench
With it's chipped paint
gnarled edges
Graffiti-ed planks.
