Were Teddy

Not every toy for girl or boy Is fun to own or share. One has need of blood for feed -- The snugly, cuddly were-teddy bear. This beast you see, cute as can be, With children unaware, Leaps up to bite necks in the night! The huggable, lovable were-teddy bear. Many a child bitten by wild Rat or raccoon or hare Today is alive, but fewer survive The fangs of the sweet-and-dear were-teddy bear. "Were Teddy" first appeared in THE BLACK CRUSADER AND OTHER POEMS OF HORROR (Springfield, Missouri: W. D. Firestone Press, 1979).