Theodore Poems - Poems about Theodore

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...

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For Theodore could take no more Packing his things, leaving for good Never looking back at the door Saying goodbye? he never would. He was always told what was best For Theodore could take no more His heart pounding out of his chest Breaking through, feeling where it tore He felt an ache down to his core Silently screaming while he ran For Theodore could...

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*One very early Christmas morning long ago and far away, I was hard(ly) at work again. In the spirit of the season, and being a child again, I offer a poem I wrote as a tribute to Dr. Seuss: What walks through the forest, And shakes all the trees? Is it a fat tourist, With very large feet? Who don’t...

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Children love teddy bears They keep them company Children imagine that they are real And they can feel, hear and see Teddies are a child's best friend Be it girl or boy Many children have Teddys' They are their favourite toy Children tell their Teddy's everything All their worries and cares Nobody agrees with children Like their Teddy bears They can say outrageous things And don't get a...

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Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel Exhausted depleted high on adrenaline withdrawal ...

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Standing tough, no matter the outcome. Sister Jean's 98, good to be backed and a school like Loyola Chicago, well they got some talented players, and now they are going into the final four. Fight the good fight, stand up for the little guy, all this and more. This kind of salutary, we come we go, they...

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On that day, in Aug 45 Bomber over the city that's very much alive Nervous crew, cloudy day Pilots instructions, open bomb bay The words above as the pilot has said What happens next the World dreads The catch releases as Little Boy goes Are they really enemies, are they really foes? As he lands without a sound As he plummets into Japanese ground As...

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In the historical archives, many trails have led to The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul. Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt. A cowboy rough rider, whom wrangled his way with true Grits fight, making his way to the oval office round-up in Washington, DC, Thus America's...

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This man was affectionately nicknamed “The Stork”. He played only two seasons with the Mets from New York. George was a native of Salt Lake City. His major league baseball statistics were not pretty. When interviewed, he would often deliver a vintage quip. He would have played longer if he didn’t dislocate his hip. After the 1974 campaign, George walked away. He...

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This here's the story of a jaunty young fellow His name was Theodore J. Wigglesworth A distinguished sort of a chappy he was Who lived in the small town of Perth Every morning at the very first light of dawn Mr. Wigglesworth could usually be found Sitting on Margaret Higginbotham's front porch Playing the flute and acting the clown Rumours had it, that...

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Tediously bored, Sir Drake Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes Jam coats his chin with gooey paste A beard of crumbs hangs from his face His manner somewhat hard to grasp Small fingers smother giddy laughs. . To sup he’d need a tuning fork to confound the smacks from lamb and pork. Lanky strands of cabbage slaw. Gravy splashes grease his jaw Pastries flurry dandruff...

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