Teddy and I

TEDDY AND I Teddy is my childhood cuddly toy, Who brought me a lifetime of joy, He listened to all my baby cries, Biding his time to reveal His surprise! I sucked on his ear, Had a regular chew, Whilst I spoke to him in Gobbly goo! One day I dropped him, Ouch, he cried, Don’t do that again If you do not mind! When he spoke I got such a fright, I screamed with all my might I was two, Teddy too! But intrigued, so poked him here, And there, Hey Teddy said, that tickles, Which gave me Unstoppable giggles! We decided no one must know, Hush he said, not to a soul! Teddy as he grew older, look bruised And battered, for which He was well excused. He’d lost his one eye so he Couldn’t well see, And always stayed, Very close to me. His arms and legs Had drooped, If he stayed up too late, He was pooped. On my 50th birthday, He was fifty too, A life led by teddy, Perhaps lived by few, He had been loved all Of his life so much, But his fluff has now become Less, due to every hug, and Cuddly clutch! He’s still with us up to this day, But is grumpy and will glare, Jealous of hubby, a stare Out, between human and bear!