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
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