Poetry

For Ima
by Stutton

I saw a photo of Ima Sheape
"Wow!", I thought, "She looks sweet"

It then became a dream of mine
To meet this girl at some time.

Then it happened, my dream could come true
Ima's Mama said, "We're visiting you".

So off I went to London town
To meet young Ima in her lovely gown

At first she seemed a little shy
And I couldn't understand why

I had a beer and spoke to Fred
Who told me "Stutton, use your head"

Then I realised to win her heart
I had to charm her with a tart

I gave her 6, treacle & pastry
"Yum", she said, "they look tasty"

I thought about a date to choose
And asked her if she'd like a cruise

I quickly finished up my beer
And walked young Ima to the pier

We sat outside on the boat
It wasn't cold, no need for a coat

She sat so sweetly by my side
As we enjoyed the nice smooth ride

I pointed out the famous sites
Many buildings of differing heights

All too soon our trip did end
And I had to say bye to my lovely friend

Ima flew home to the USA
But in the UK I had to stay

I didn't hear from her for a while
Perhaps she didn't like my style

But on my birthday a big surprise
A photo of Ima with her lovely eyes

"Happy Birthday Stutton x" it said
Maybe my hopes were not dead

She opened her own Facebook account
Now we could talk any amount

A few days later a note she did send
"Stutton, I will be your girlfriend"

I am a very happy bear
I think we make a lovely pair

Dear Ima there's just one thing to do
And that's to say "I love you"

There Is Always Room For A Buddy

Life without a pal ain’t too swell
Its like a rainbow with no purple or yellow
A church with no bell or a farmer without a dell
One day I was surprised by this little fellow
He came to me in the snail mail
A cute fuzzy bear made with care by Snuffy
We became fast friends without fail
His name is Marley and he a white Fluffy.
See’s I have many a pal at my place
Bears, monkeys, ducks, sheep and stuff
Every kinds of stuffie from every place and race
Before I thoughts I has more than enough
Until Marley squished himself into my heart
A life without a real bestest chum is too cruddy
Now we don’t want’s to ever be apart.
There is always room for a buddy.
xoxo
By Bubbles

Autumn Comes Again

The summer days are winding down,
The air contains a nip,
I sit out on the porch at night,
And from my wine glass sip.

Soon leaves will change and flutter down,
All crimson and of gold,
They’ll blanket over everything,
Before the winter’s cold.

Soon all the bears will make their way,
To caves or tree tops tall,
Where they can find a comfy spot,
To settle in late fall.

And though the winter looms ahead,
No bear should shed a tear,
Just think of happy dreams ahead,
And don’t forget the beer.

Heh! Heh!

JB

Poetry

For Ima by Stutton

There Is Always Room For A Buddy

Autumn Comes Again

For Ima
by Stutton