This week was challenging for me:
Verse:
I don't remember where he came from
But I remember where he first sat
Slouched back on my squeaking bed
On that stretched and worn afghan
Verse:
He kept me warm on nights so cold
The windows would frost inside
Kept me company on restless nights
Staring at nothing, eyes open wide
Chorus:
He's just a bit of stuffing and cloth
A silly trifling thing, says you
But we're a bit of Christopher Robin
And we all have our Winnie the Pooh
Verse:
He's been with me for fifteen years
And seen each of my every days
And he's forgiven my every misstep
Even that regretful orange hair phase
CHORUS
Verse:
So there's a spot for him on my dresser
Though his fur's pilled up and worn down
Where he waits to reprise his old role
When my lover's out of town
CHORUS
Thanks for reading, and, as always, comments welcome. Cheers, y'all.
sarah...
this week is also presenting a challenge for me as i have yet to write a word
but i do like what you have come up with... i like how you wrapped up the song with comfort of your comforter in the last verse
not a bad product for a challenging topic
Even that regretful orange hair phase as if he has any room to talk. Might try "dreadful" in lieu of "regretful" unless you really need all 3 syllables there.
I like this one, sarah. Perhaps because my charming and delightful wife collected Poohs for a lot of years.
But we're a bit of Christopher Robin
And we all have our Winnie the Pooh I thought this was quite good.
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Sarah,
Nice job Sentimemtel yet very true to life.
Celt
