In he came,
Bobble hat on his head,
Thick winter coat,
Not unusual,
But there in his coat
With head popping out,
Was a teddy bear,
This was unusual,
And so strange to see
In a man of his years.
He took of his hat,
Laid it on the table,
Gently lifted teddy out
And sat him on the table,
Resting it against the soft hat
So that teddy
Could see what was going on,
So very strange.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2019 02:14
- Comment from author about the poem: People watching again, this man actually turned up in our favourite coffee bar a couple of days ago, he treated the teddy better than he did his wife who had to go and get the coffee.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 25
Comments9
Oh a preacher used to carry a teddy with him wherever he went. He came to our church once - with teddy! No matter what reactions he got - eccentric, etc? - teddy was always there too.
Maybe your guy saw Mr Bean and his teddy?
Thanks Orchi.
The guy was not eccentric that I saw. It left him open to all sorts of reactions though, from quaint, to bit odd, to childish, and more.
An eccentric - I love eccentrics - I'm probably one myself - or at least my family think so. Great piece of observation well wrapped up in a great write.
Yes eccentrics are great, people think I am mad as I always where short sleeved shirts, I was in the queue buying our coffees yesterday and had a conversation with a stranger about why I was wearing a short sleeved shirt in the middle of Jabuary.
We make a good pair - I wear long sleeves and long trousers throughout including summer unless it gets into the thirties and even then I only wear shorts around the house - would never go out in them.
We should go out for a pint in both winter and summer to see the stares we get with our individual haute couture dress sense.
Sounds like a date.
I always create very kind stories for these people. I like to believe everyone is doing the best they can with what they have. I know it's naive but it helps me keep hoping.
Great idea, I tend to write kind stories most of the time. I have written a great deal of poems on people watching and some I have given to those that I write about with very rewarding results.
I think it's a really intriguing thing to do.
I have an idea for my second book about writing about the same person from several perspectives in several scenarios but all presenting very different notions and ideas about the individual.
I'd better get on and finish my first book though.
Wonder what a people watcher would make of me! 😬
Andy,
A great write!
It would be very interesting to know more about the man with the teddy bear!
I loved the Elvis video! He was one of my favorites when I was growing up!
My love to Joyce and to you!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, yes it would but his demeanour seemed very aggressive so I didn't approach him.
Elvis has left the building - unfortunately but his music lives on.
That is the beauty and greatness of music... it does live on as do other arts!
Have a great day!
Disgusting, i think you would not have made such comments if it was a gollywog (tongue firmly in cheek).
I am an eccentric too, I always insist upon wearing socks with sandals, sometimes matching socks.
With my shaven head and leather beret i guess i am often in need of a double take.
SOCKS WITH SANDALS!! HOW DISGUSTING!!
It is my short sleeved shirts in midwinter that make people look again.
it happens all the time where I work... an interesting observation now captured for ever...
Thank you Neville, words can show others the world.
they can and do indeed
Thanks UNCLE ANDY ~ Elvis Singing "Teddy Bear" foR me epitomisesthe 60's AWESOME ! Love the POEM it rings true. BEARS are very apprpriate TOYS for BOYS ! On my BED I have BIG BEAR ~ LITTLE BEAR ~ STRIPEY CAT & PANDA ~ All have significance !
Blessings & Love to YOU & JOYCE ~
BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks A and B, I do still have my teddy from my babyhood but it just sits in our bedroom quietly watching us.
interesting read
Thank you psychofemale, most kind.
interesting read
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