Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Christopher Robin

At a children’s book exhibit
With amazing things on view,
I was struck to find a case
Which had the one and only Pooh.

In the same display was Eeyore,
Roo and Kanga, even Tigger;
All were gifts to son from father
Every year as he got bigger.

Now the son, Christopher Robin,
Was the hero of the books
So his character was given
All his foibles, traits and looks.

Though it looked quite sweet and tender,
I once heard a different tale – 
That the son despised his father
Once those books were put on sale.

So it’s wise to then consider
What our kids will really think
If we choose to share their stories – 
They may someday need a shrink.

But it could have been avoided
Had the hero been called “Joe;”
Then Chris Robin could have basked in glory, 
Incognito, though.

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Robert Johnson February 22, 2014 at 9:29 PM Parent's and children. What cha' gonna do? Sometime's I think the only time they understand eachother is when their time is through. I automatically start humming Loggins and Messina's song when this subject comes up. Great song. Peace. :)