Roscoe

He stands 11inches tall, his eyes are black as coal! He wears an enigmatic smile, and he has no heart or soul! His given name is "Sawyer", but, I decided, that don't fit! So, I'm gonna call him "Roscoe", don't know why, I must admit! He has his limitations, of that I'm well aware! He's not a human being, he's just a little Teddy Bear! He gives the room a touch of class, sitting on my bed. Though he can't speak or wink an eye or even turn his head! He's "cuter than a button", as I once heard someone say. All he does is sit there, but, he brightens up my day! Folks are gonna think I'm strange, that my banjo has no strings! That I'm a few beers short of a six pack and other ignominious things! But, that don't make no nevermind, Roscoes here to stay! He's my fluffy, little, compadre And that's all I have say! Ralph Taylor 12/22/2017