Suicidal Teddy

Suicidal Teddy short poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

Round and round the garden lost in despair
Fur wet with tears is a suicidal teddy bear

The children have grown up and there’s no one left to play
Everyone has forgotten this was his birthday

No more hugs and cuddles, living in a shoebox
The only things for company is a dummy and pair of baby socks

He’s already tried pills and cutting the stuffing from his wrists
The Samaritans have given up as the little bear persists

Now he has an old tie and he’s going to the park
On the way he teases a dog but all it does is bark

Tying a knot isn’t easy when you’ve only got felt paws
After swinging on a noose for days he wishes he had sharp claws

Now if you go down to the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today you better take fire making supplies

Cause waiting in the shadows is a suicidal bear
He wants someone to bring petrol and matches to burn his tear drenched fur

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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