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 © Andrew John | Year Posted 2023
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