The Fuzzy Muse

Of all the ways to show sincere
Lending of an open ear,
None compare with quiet noises,
Shared with spirits of the toyses.

I do of course refer,
To teddy, who I did prefer,
As best of friends for many years,
Who listened with his teddy ears,

While I would open up and share,
My daily bumps and nightly mares.
And he would nod and fall to rest,
And I would wake renewed with zest.

And if I needed sound advice,
On travel, books or rolling dice,
He somehow always knew what phrase,
Would brighten up the dreary days.

There are those of us who are,
Wont to muse upon a star.
And it is nice to find,
That you, too, are the thoughtful kind.

Let’s reminisce upon the breeze,
Of sweet sentiment-alities,
And while away our sunset days,
Laughing in each other’s gaze.

The Fuzzy Muse

Of all the ways to show sincere

Lending of an open ear,

None compare with quiet noises,

Shared with spirits of the toyses.

I do of course refer,

To teddy, who I did prefer,

As best of friends for many years,

Who listened with his teddy ears,

While I would open up and share,

My daily bumps and nightly mares.

And he would nod and fall to rest,

And I would wake renewed with zest.

And if I needed sound advice,

On travel, books or rolling dice,

He somehow always knew what phrase,

Would brighten up the dreary days.

There are those of us who are,

Wont to muse upon a star.

And it is nice to find,

That you, too, are the thoughtful kind.

Let’s reminisce upon the breeze,

Of sweet sentiment-alities,
And while away our sunset days,

Laughing in each other’s gaze.

Posted in Arts, Prosaic, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

One Response to The Fuzzy Muse

  1. di says:

    This has potential . Keep working… I mean playing…with it .

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