sylvia spencer - An Ageing Teddy Bear

Upon the shelf sat my old Teddy Bear
looking quite sad and in need of repair.
He never had a name, I just called him Ted
him with one eye and no ears on his head.
When we were young and in our prime
we really did have a good time.
We would play at schools and I would teach
him to read, or we would go on a picnic and
have a good feed.
When it was time for bed I would sing him a song.
Then in the morning I would kiss him fo keeping
me warm all night long.
In my satchel he liked to be carried to school;
although it was forbidden we disobeyed the rule.
I kept old Ted out of sight, because one hundred
lines I would have to write.
Old Ted he had a great deal of pride
It never seemed to worry him when he started
losing his inside.
I gave him a pill because he looked so ill,
yet still he got thinner and thinner.
He sat on the shelve with his head drooped low
I just knew he had to go.
I placed him in a box and buried him deep
and all I could was weep.
Tears fell like rain from the sky and I always
ask myself why.
I loved old Ted my partner in crime, perhaps I will
meet him again SOMETIME.

sylvia spencer

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