Sat there in a crumpled heap in the corner.
The dark one under the window.
One aged discarded teddy, dumped by his once loving owner.
Poor fellow was missing an eye, threadbare, naked.
Sad chap, I swear, once a tear seen trickling down his sorry face.
Once upon a lifetime he was loved and cuddled.
His beige skin was covered in mountains of fluff.
He's worn out, an elderly fellow.

Out of nowhere Mrs Owner, got fed up with scrappy toys.
Thought that she would chuck him out.
He sensed her feelings.
My did he shout!
From the bottom of his congealed lungs of fluff, he screamed and shouted.
Open his mouth, dragged out his failing claws.
Ripped her to shreds, pulled out her hair.
The clause of owning a teddy bear, was that he must be forever held close to your heart.
A  timely reminder,
Good teddies and owners must never part!
(c) Livvi