Friday 1 November 2019

Ted


It’s teddy bear said, name soft and nosy rosy.
Mister Edward eastward westward go tear be hair.
Ted the fragments of thread.
The bed by the hour to curl in, to dream up.
Healed so tight, all the talk in his fluffy ear
the throw over the room, off the cliff of chair
where who cares, while windows fill with light.
Rooms of dada sound clamour, a trip into green
but it’s all too much. Needs ted ted ted he did
he did everyone, said, fed, head bed O ted ted ted Ted.
Drop him like he’s dead, soon as said he’s fed red.
Resurrect ted, sleep turn to wake
for weeks. Selected. Inspected. Protected. Projected.
Neglected. Reconnected. Dissected. Elected.



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