Me and Ted

are off to bed...

so
goodnight

everyone

Wake up I said to Mister Ted
it's time that we arose
So out of bed you sleepy head
and help me chose my clothes

first vest and shirt then summer skirt
now socks no leggings grey
my teeth and hair I brush with care
there now we two can play

Now down the stair with Mister Bear
toward the kitchen door
for cereal or hot oat meal
and cold milk from the store

Eat it all up and drain my cup
Then race to find my shoes
now mister bear which shall I wear
For we've no time to lose

Let's play hop scotch or maybe watch
the ducklings on the pond
Take them some bread or cake instead
the kind of which their fond

then if you like we'll ride my trike
and you can ring the bell
then tyre swing or pogo spring
Or simply rest a spell

You chose the game it's all the same
for I don't mind you see
cause I dont care sweet teddy bear
as long as you're with me

Me and my friend play let's pretend
and run across the floor
with wing like arms and out stretched palms
we fly right out the door

We're aeroplanes with fancy names
and engines that go boom
past flower bed and garden shed
We zig and zag and zoom

We loop the loop round chicken coop
and race on up the lane
by meadow flower and water tower
and quickly back again

We Buzz past bees and Apple trees
and circle round the pond
then up away through corn and hay
Into the great beyond

We pitch and stall and softly fall
and lay there in a heap
then stretch and yawn upon the lawn
and soon we're fast asleep

Me and my friend played let's pretend
But now we've had our fun
so me and Ted dream dreams instead
beneath the summer Sun

Beneath my bed I placed some bread
and on it spread some jam
added some cheese and mushy peas
salami eggs and ham
a blob of sauce mustard of course
and relish three days old
some chips and dips and cherry lips
and baked beans full of mold
there's water cress and what a mess
of earwax and a scab
my used band aid from second grade
and frogspawn from the lab
I topped it off with lager froth
and nose hairs from the sink
and if you thought the food was bad
don't ask what's in his drink.

Morning fog
blankets
the yet sleeping world
with cold
wet
Dreams

Billy the Bear he had no hair,
as bald as bald could be.
And never mind that he's half blind,
with but one eye to see.

His nose is broke his voice a croak,
his arms and legs quite weak.
but that's okay you'd hear him say,
if only he could speak.

His ears chewed like baby food
and stained with pen and paint
torn off sewn on and fitted wrong
But doesn't he look quaint

His stuffing sags he's lost his tags
he's patches made of cloth
his right arms new his left leg too
as his kept falling off

But don't feel sad for see he's had
a lifetime of my care
he waits all day for us to play
me and my teddy bear

For though he's old he's never cold,
not tucked up next to me.
he's kissed good night and cuddled tight,
and loved so thoroughly.

He sails a sauce pan in the sink
a mast made from a spoon,
and maps his ocean black as ink
beneath a light bulb moon.

He is searching for the islands
that they call the ***** Plates,
with golden beach of breadcrumb sands
beyond the Gravy Straits.

Where macaroni dolphins leap
beyond French Fries Lagoon,
and sing their songs as sailors sleep
beneath a light bulb moon.

Beware the corn cob crocodiles
that lurk beneath the foam,
betraying folks with welcome smiles
within their bone strewn home.

He navigates the boiling oil
and safely through the ice,
to find a place to hide his spoil
away from other mice.

So island claimed x marks the spot
his sailing days at end,
and I at last wash up my pots
that so amused our friend.