clyde and I

With my apologies More of this sort will follow!!

One night Clyde and I slept with a bear

Even tho' I had no pajamas to wear

However we instead used Clyde’s saddle blanket

Which kept us warm, for which we both thanked it

Although most blankets rarely talked

The one of Clyde's liked to sing as we walked

And I’m pretty sure it knew every damn song

Which it would sing as we all trotted long

It would entertain us with lotsa rock and roll

As over hill and valley we’d merrily go

But now that mornin had come

We decided it was time to run

But that bear, tho’ living his life mostly alone

Seeing us leaving, uttered a sad lonely moan

And the blanket, feeling a tug at its heart

Felt that the two of them just couldn’t part

They had inadvertently come so close to each other

That any passing person would think of that blanket as the bear’s brother

Thus, when we decided to leave that morning

Of a sudden and quite without warning

The blanket decided to stay with the bear

Partially because they both had matching colored hair

So, just Clyde and I left on another sunny morn

Off cross the creek and through fields of corn

Even tho that was last we’d hear of blanket speak

Bear gave us enough fish for a week

With even Clyde occasionally enjoying a fin or two

But it was long grass, which was Clyde’s favorite chew

Although, on this occasion he had a few heads of cow corn

Afterwards mentioning he had been born

With two brothers and a sweet sister

And when they’d get together, he often brotherly kissed’er

Just a sweet and brotherly kiss

For a dear little four-legged miss

It was after he’d finished stuffing corn in his belly

He did something that was fairly smelly

But the day was bright and still young

So off we trotted for a-bit-a fun

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

i had never spoke to blanket, but my mother goddess saree which i wrapped in cold weather winter, i always feel she is with me, and she kept me warm in the silk woven threads, i used to see my mother and her protection in it. still i keep it under my pilllow, i love to keep forever, i like the belongings of my loved ones. Thye some how protect me, and my mother goddess idol when i had to repay my debts, she was not allowing me to sell that idel, and i always kept my lord shiva lingam with me.

these are my belongings, will be always with me and protect me, i think you should keep something of mom whenever you are traveling, they protect you. What you believe and hope that becomes reality.

Make sure not to forget to take mom's gift with you.

-jessy jacob,
with love,

[John the Baptist]

None of my blankets ever talked to me. They were too wrapped up in themselves.

[Dave Brown]

You seem to have that oddity well covered