Teddy Bear
I am a big fat Teddy Bear
I sit upon the shelf
look down on all the other toys
my owner must have wealth
My ears are getting floppy
and my knees are rather worn
my coat is getting thinner
through all the wear and tear I’ve borne
Although it’s not surprising
as I’m over eighty years old
my foot feels as if it’s got gout
and I’m sure I’ve caught a cold
Now Johnny’s taking me off the shelf
I wonder what we will play today
will it be Cowboys and Indians?
that’s a game he likes to play
Sometimes we listen to music
all that pop noise hurts my head
thump, thump. thump all day long
I’m glad to go back to bed
But I like it best when he cuddles me
he’s only eight years old, you know
we fall asleep together a lot
off to the land of nod we go
We have many thrilling adventures
always together, don’t you see?
I just think the world of him
and I know he will always be there for me
Walking the Dog
At the end of the day, there is a daily chore
Having to walk the Dog, a few miles or more
He is a happy chappie all bark but no bite
He just likes his walk anytime day or night
So on goes his lead and out the door
Drags me out with him, leaves my coat on the floor
Round past next doors bushes, where he always looks for their cat
But she flexes her claws; he cannot handle much of that
So off down the lane we go me and young Snoopy
He’s full of life me, my eyes are a bit droopy
After a long hard day, this is all I need
But he must have his walk then go home for his feed
Down past the cottages their hedgerows so neat
Him pulling me along, nearly run off my feet
But when I get to the gate that leads into the field that we pass
I stop for a while, have a fag, he just lays on the grass
We see a few people while we are out on our walk
They all say hello, stop for a while for a talk
But he likes it best when they have a dog he can sniff, and make a friend
As they play while we talk but move on in the end
So as we wend our way homeward me and Snoopy dog
The night comes in slowly bringing in darkness and fog
Then it’s indoors, safe and warm, as we both like to be
After having our walk quiet and peaceful, together you see
In a Secluded Wood
In a secluded wood a lonely house sits
Amongst the trees looking forlorn
Until the winter and the Snow
Light up and relieve all the gloom
Its pathway now covered in a white blanket
And the steps now slippery with Ice
However, its lights glow like a beacon
Causing the whole house to glow
As the smoke pours out from its chimney on high
A white streak going up into the sky
It looks like a picture from a Christmas card
A warm welcome I am sure, would be had inside
To sit beside the raging fires
One in every room
To toast some bread, bake some spuds
A jolly time would be had by all
In fact, I know it would
You see, it’s where I grew up as a child
A house full of love and laughter
Memories never forgotten
As I walk down the lane, the steps remain
But the house is now a ruin
It is such a shame when things come to an end
But sadly time marches on
Moreover, my childhood was long ago
Oh to rebuild it to its former glory
But the pictures I remember
Assure that its lives on forever
As the Candle Burns
As the candle burns
The pages turn
With history in the making
But as we read about our past
Of things we thought would never last
And of time that life was taking
Page on page our lives unfold
Of the story to be told
In many years from whence we came
Of battles won, of things invented
People with lives not so contented
No one page is just the same
So as it flickers and sheds is light
We read on well into the night
History unfolding before our eyes
Be it a novel or a book of fact
It takes time for us to react
To release that inner, disguise
As the Candle flickers and burns
The wax down the candle onward it churns
Illuminates the flower bowl as ease
Its red leaves flutter in the light evening breeze
As through yonder window it creeps
While everyone else in the house quietly sleeps
What wonders do we discover and take in?
A wondrous feeling since we begin
To understand from whence we came
Compared to history our lives today are tame
So as I put down my nightly read
Sleep succumbs if I succeed
To contain my excitement of what I have learned
Collected that for which I have yearned
Some detail of our former existence
The love, the pain with no resistance
As slumber overtakes my mind
I am sure tomorrow more knowledge I will find
Old Wooden Head-The Flowerpot Man
Outside in the garden
Just to the left of the shed
Sits and old sage
With a wooden head
He never moves a muscle
To help to cut the grass
Or do any weeding
Just sits as bold as brass
However, what happens after dark
When we are all in bed
Would make you blush with shame
Just make your face go red
He comes alive at midnight
Around the garden he goes without fail
Upsetting the lovely mermaid
By treading on her tail
As she splashes around in the water fountain
Nude as nude can be
The poor old Gnome sat in the corner
Covers his eyes so he cannot see
But poor old woody just gets excited
And wants to dance as well
But the mermaid has to point out
If he gets wet then his limbs will swell
Then he will rot way and die
Therefore, he just has to stand and stare
With a loving teardrop in his eye
Because he loves the Mermaid
Who is so sweet and fair
Has done all his life it seems
However, she does not seem to care
If he had his way tomorrow
He would make her his darling wife
But sadly, morning soon comes around
And they go back to their normal life
So as you walk around the garden
Please don’t let on you know
Because no one would believe you
So it is best to let it go
Robin Redbreast
A Robin sits amongst the Snow
His redbreast out on full show
A chirpy little bird is he
Has he just come to see me?
His spindly legs with his body so fat
Tasty meal for next doors cat
However, he is alert to all the danger
Because to my garden he is no stranger
Often he flies in to chirp hello
Today especially in all the Snow
I will build a Snowman so he can be sat
On his head, perched on his hat
He sings his heart out just for me
Flutters his wings so I will see
That he has arrived and needs some food to eat
And I always throw some to his feet
Once he has had his daily fill
Off he goes, out of my garden, over the hill
So, I sit and wait until another day
When my little fat Robin comes my way