We Go So FurA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverseYou’re
so much artificial fur. You,
little bear, do not communicate, not a
word, not a single utterance. Yet I
speak to you, tap your nose, pat
your head - gently, of course. I
call you Mr Titch - yes, a name! You
have been at table with me, sitting
in a bar, I with others. Should
I have said we? Yes,
we were with others, yes we. Now I
watch, almost mischievously. I
observe with a slightly naughty eye. Each
pal will pat your nose, tap
your head, smile at you. Yet
you are so much artificial fur. (21 Aug 2024) © 2024 Andrew JohnReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 21, 2024 Last Updated on August 21, 2024 Tags: fur, teddy bear, nose, mischief, titch Author
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