He’s perched upon my goose neck lamp
As I sit this winters day
My fingers hovering over keys
Without a thing to say
He watches as I hem and haw
And dawdle to distraction
Aligning pencils on the desk
Unable to take action
His silly grin and floppy ears
Just mock me as I ponder
I briefly find a cogent thought
Then my mind begins to wander
“OK Bean, inspire me”
Be my muse today
But all he does is turn his head
And watch the snow at play
I hear the little sounds he makes
As he slowly looks at me
The grumble, mumble, squeak, harrumph
While he shakes his head so dismally
He takes Teddy from his pocket
And shakes a little paw at me
Then a smile spreads across his face
And lights his eyes with glee
Is he capable of profundity?
Can he guide me on my quest?
To find the something deep, profound
That lies within my breast
Alas, I find that he’s just there
To keep it light and gay
He encourages me to commit
A random act of silliness each day
So here it is, my silliness
For I’ve nothing else to give
For without a little silliness
What is this life we live?