Titch

So easy to call him Titch.
He's just a tiny teddy-bear.
Yet I, a grown-up man,
feel a strange affection.

Affection, yes, for something fluffy,
and all you can do is look at it,
talk to it – or should I say “him”? –
and leave it on a shelf, table, desk.

Ah, yes, so much history:
Theodore Roosevelt.
He hated the name Teddy,
but folk would call him that.

So thank you, Theodore.
I will not call you Teddy.
You hated it, I know,
so this teddy we call Titch.


(29 Jul 2023)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Braun Avatar
July 29, 2023 at 6:28 AM
Very nice... Theodore Roosevelt (R) is still America's greatest conservationist. I still have my Snoopy, given to me when I was only 6 or so months old. I hope to be buried with it. Titch... greetings, from Snoopy.
John Avatar
July 29, 2023 at 6:32 AM
I'll gladly pass Snoopy's greetings to Titch once I get back to my flat/apartment/abode. Titch sits on my desk. As soon as I sit, at the other side of the room, I find him looking at me! :-)
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