My Teddy Bear


He sits upon his pillowed throne

A joyous smile upon his face.

And though his ears may seem outgrown

He carries them with pride and grace.


He's never cross or quick to carp

A friend in need he is to me.

When human tongues are mean and sharp

My 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 many titter gleefully

And some may tease, but I don't care.

I hope that I will never be

Too old to love my Teddy bear.



Jeffrey S. Foreman