He spoke my name as clear as day
and asked me if I'd like to play.
A teddy bear that sang to me;
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
He offered me a fat cigar
and took some biscuits from a jar,
then set the table, made some tea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
His mouth was stitched, his eyes were glass
A bruin with panache and class
"One lump, and cream, a slice of brie?"
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
We ate the cheese, some crackers too;
the creamy sort with veins of blue,
upon his leg I saw a flea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
A flea that liked to play charades
while wearing minute Oakley shades.
It jumped about and laughed with glee
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
Eventually as night wore on
the drunken flea and bear had gone,
so I just sat there all at sea
and thought it odd, it couldn't be.
i tried so hard to do a pretty serious poem, somehow i couldn't stop thinking of the teddy bear we have on our bed (long story)
and asked me if I'd like to play.
A teddy bear that sang to me;
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
He offered me a fat cigar
and took some biscuits from a jar,
then set the table, made some tea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
His mouth was stitched, his eyes were glass
A bruin with panache and class
"One lump, and cream, a slice of brie?"
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
We ate the cheese, some crackers too;
the creamy sort with veins of blue,
upon his leg I saw a flea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
A flea that liked to play charades
while wearing minute Oakley shades.
It jumped about and laughed with glee
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
Eventually as night wore on
the drunken flea and bear had gone,
so I just sat there all at sea
and thought it odd, it couldn't be.
i tried so hard to do a pretty serious poem, somehow i couldn't stop thinking of the teddy bear we have on our bed (long story)