Eames lounger six sev­en­ty one and two,
Homes once seemed com­plete with­out your leather­ly embraces,
And then Charles and Ray man­i­fest­ed thy fur­ni­ture true.
We no seek your hal­lowed sil­hou­ette and strive for your graces,
To achieve our lofty aspi­ra­tions of mod­ern perfection.
Long gone are the days of tete-a-tete and ornamentation,
Replaced with sim­plis­tic min­i­mal­ism and exquis­ite form.
Your time­less beau­ty stands trib­ute to design­er­ly introspection,
Ever the icon of an era, you main­tain our fascination,
By rewrit­ing the rules and demand­ing aes­thet­ic reform.

In bent wal­nut cra­dled leather, do our cares fall aside,
Giv­ing way to bygone mem­o­ries and Eames­ly distractions.
Await­ing our return home with a loy­al­ty implied,
Your cush­ion pro­vides a respite from the day’s infractions.
A trib­ute to clas­sic mod­ern, your vis­age bright­ens our homes,
A dec­la­ra­tion of com­mit­ment to per­fect design,
Those in the know bow down before your alu­minum feet.
Enchant­i­ng us to return from wher­ev­er we may roam,
To gaze upon they fig­ure and admire thy line,
And rest our weary bod­ies in your agree­able seat.

So dear sweet Eames clas­sic mod­ern lounge chair,
Know your place in this world an in our hearts,
Your cher­ished design a stan­dard against which to compare,
And a bea­con that one’s life has come to start.
May your mid-cen­tu­ry reign con­tin­ue on ever aft,
And the sun nev­er set on your time­less elegance.
May your design­er­ly fol­low­ing nev­er dwindle,
And your pro­duc­tion stay a time-hon­ored craft.
And above all may your spark, our cre­ativ­i­ty kindle,
And allow Ray and Charles’ spir­it to ever­more dance.

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