Poetry

Teddy Bear

written by: silhouette

When ever can I have that teddy bear?
This is all I care,
To have that brown furry thing,
That looks like it can sing,
At night I look at my bed,
At the teddy bears I pet,
And I sigh,
"Where will the new teddy lie?"
Then I decide the perfect spot,
Right beside the flowerpot.
When will I ever own that teddy bear?
The one that lies in BearCare.
I bet it's thinking about me,
Instead of the shopkeeper he sees,
Everyday in the place,
While on display in the glass case.
My mum promised to buy me that teddy bear,
And maybe special socks that sell as a pair.
Now I am furnishing the flowerpot
The place where my new bear will use as a cot.