Mr. Teddy Bear
He sits upon his pillowed throne A joyous smile on his face And though his ears may seem have out grown He carries them with pride and grace He never cross or quick to cry A friend in need he is to me When human tongues are mean and sharp Mr. Teddy gives me sympathy To him I always bare my soul He lifts me when I'm feeling low And when I brag and miss my goal He never says I told you so My friends may thither gleefully And some may tease but I don't care I hope that I may never be Too old to love Mr. Teddy bear
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very simple poem dedicated to your teddy
Oh yeah. π
I too love Teddy Bear, I have a lot in our room.. for me they are always there when I'm alone. I may be getting old one day but my love for Teddy Bears will remain ππ
Yes, I have many also. It lifts up my mood especially if I saw my collections of them. π π
Exactly teddy bears will make you feel young π