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I enjoyed reading that poem, a funny story well told

Reminds of my namesake , uncle Bob who left me all his worldly possessions when he was promoted to Glory.

A hearing aid (it fitted my dad perfectly), his false teeth
( don't ask) and his WW2 medals.
He once told me that he spent most of his money on fast women & slow horses, the rest he just wasted.

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Thanks Jem & Robert J, Do you think either of them lost their false teeth at a tea dance LOL

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tales from a gentler age - mesmorizing!

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Thanks Gumbud. I have a few poems I can give an airing to now and again and if anyone feels like having a bit of fun and replying likewise, please feel free.

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MY TEDDY

Now if you’re ready
I’ll tell of my Teddy
Which was old and was missing one eye.
His coat was threadbare
He was short of some hair.
But still was a lovely old guy.

His growler was strong
Deep throated and long
All it took was a tilt to and fro
Then you could hear
His growl loud and clear
And then with pride, I would glow.

I remember his paws
Which were soft, without claws
And his body with wood shavings was stuffed
No matter his filling
I always was willing
To hug him and show he was loved.

His face it was cute I suppose
With a little black nose
And he had this incredible smile
I’m sure this little chappy
Was really quite happy
To stick with me, mile after mile.

But this story is sad
In fact really quite bad
As he’s lost and nowhere to be seen.
But alas and alack
If he ever comes back
Will he tell me of where he has been?

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If I was your teddy
I’d always be ready
To hug you and growl you
Deep throated and strong!

I would paw you with shavings
And be ready with cravings
To let you rub my black nose!

But you put me down once
And someone ensconced
And fled with me under their arm

I wanted to stick with you
But the stuffing came unglued
And my paws without claws
Did not hang on!

They flung me in corner
Like little Jack Horner
And me black nose turned
Dull and brown!

How can I get back
To the girl oh alas
Cos I only have one eye to see

My coat is more threadbare
And they don’t give a care
I am doomed and some how must flee!

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I feared it too late
and he met his fate
when he was accidentally misplaced
but the charity shop
would care not a jot
and think him a bear quite disgraced
*
As it happened one day
Down granny's way
When I left poor Teddy behind
she stitched and she patched
although nothing quite matched
he became in fact, re-designed.
*
A button to replace
the missing eye on his face
his body, a mix of her crafts, very neat
his face was now knitted
and crochet now kitted
his little paws (both his hands and his feet)
*
To add to his charms
he had black woollen arms
From the rag bag, he had the best
purple velvet on bum
and covered his tum
matched the purple crochet on chest
*
He was a model quite fitting
to my granny's knitting
Each stitch she created with love
So you see my dismay
when he went away
He's special, unique, a 'one of'
*
He'd been born long ago
what date, I don't know
but around 1890 I believe
No label had he
he was worth more to me
that's why for dear Teddy I grieve.

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Great poems. I love writing poetry. Would be good if we had a poetry section.

I have done a quiz where you have to write a poem with five words on the quiz page but no one seems interested. Thought all you budding poets would have liked that.

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I've had a go at your quizz Maursey. I found thinking up the five words more difficult than writing the poem LOL Maybe someone else will join in - it get the little grey cells working.

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I once read about someone challenged to write briefly a story containing elements of

Religion, Sex & Mystery.

This is what he wrote....


"My God, I'm pregnant Whodunnit?"