The bear was a playful little cub
And he'd gather all his friends
The bear would joke around
The bear would share his food
But was always stuffed
The bear was my teddy
The bear sits soundlessly everyday
The only bear that remains
The bear never got me to crack a smile
The bear was not fed
But was never hungry
The bear is my teddy
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Static
PoetryCover designed by @AnniesBooks These are my poems. They will eventually become a book of their own. Comments would be very much appreciated.
