Rupert the Bear
When I was young I read a book
my hero was in there.
The book I'm sure, you've read yourself
about… 'Rupert the Bear'.
But my hero was not Rupert,
nor his Mother, nor his Dad.
Not even all the wizards or
the creatures Rupert had.
My hero was the poet
who turned all the words to rhyme.
Beneath the comic pictures
that ran with the storyline.
This was also wrote in paragraphs,
as all good books should be.
But the rhyming explanations
were the things that captured me.
I'm sure my admiration
for the muse behind the lines.
Was my earliest perception
of the power of simple rhymes.
So now I'm a rhyming poet
and my head will always fit.
My feelings and emotions
into words that rhyme a bit.
So forgive me if I bore you,
when my rhyming's always there.
It's not my fault.....
I'm brainwashed…. by that pesky little bear!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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