Bella Shepard

Mr. Bean

 

 

 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?