Uncle Timmys Beanie Bag Chair
Uncle Timmy has made himself a beanie baby chair.
This whisper floated out into the August air.
We did not know what it meant until we saw what he had done.
He was wearing a gigantic smile, like a powerhouse sun.
Uncle Timmy! Uncle Timmy! We kids yelled, all excited
One thing we did for sure, we stayed together, united.
He refused to let anyone else sit in his chair that day.
He was rocking with his beanies, full of marvelous sway.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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