“Come to me, my teddy bear,”
Said the big bad greying wolf.
And I took my steps with lots of care,
Preparing to be engulfed.
He gestured me towards the park,
Where the trees were bony figures,
And I looked like the branches in the dark,
As they were practically disfigured.
I pouted my tiny teddy face,
Pounding my plushy feet.
But if I were to start a sudden chase,
Wolfie would use me as meat.
Taking my arm, he drew me near;
He hated the sight of my pout.
And he harshly whispered into my ear,
“Teddy bear, make me real proud.”
He wanted to play a simple game
Where I’d use my softest kisses.
And he, in return, would grant me no pain—
As long as I was his misses.
“Teddy bear, listen; I’ll be so kind
If you agree to pet me.
Or I shall snap and leave here well-dined
With you in my growling belly.”
“Wolfie, dear, listen;
I shall stroke your greying tail.
Show me your teeth; see how they glisten,
And are white like falling hail?”
We played outside all day and night,
And Wolfie liked my style.
Still I never put up a fight
Because we both wore a smile.
I liked the game and it was fun,
But Wolfie was addicted.
We lasted till his stomach spun—
Playing this game that was so twisted.
Looking at the woods, those trees were close,
But no creatures were around.
No meowing, no barking, no chirping of crows...
Other than us, there were no sounds.
Strangely, I felt my teddy heart bleed
For the one who almost ate me.
I guess love was my truest defeat—
Not his claws and growling belly.
“I know you promised to let me go,
But what if I were to stay?
Wolfie, there’s so much I have show,
And forever this love game we’ll play.”
“I think you’re troubled, my little bear,
But forever playing is what I crave.
You’re so cute and pretty—on this I swear,
And for once a teddy is small and so brave.”
“Cuddle me, love me, hug me so well;
Wolfie, don’t be so afraid.
I know we’ll both burn in a hell—”
“Forgive me lord,” he prayed.
He gazed at me and I at him.
We laughed at sight of our faces.
And though he was big and I was so slim,
I had hope our love would be painless.
The first time we played, he kept me safe,
So this wolf I truly trusted.
Though at first he was rough, his sins I forgave,
And our love went on interrupted.
I didn’t know how to end this poem.