POOHBEAR

 

Pooh was different – he wasspecial –

he wasn’t yellow, he was red;

born one Christmas in astocking

on the end of John’s smallbed.

 

He and John were neverparted,

everywhere togethertravelled,

till one day with all thatloving

Pooh’s red tummy cameunravelled.

 

‘Oh!’said Pooh Bear, ‘All my stuffing’s

coming out!’ ‘Don’t fret’said Mum,

‘Here’sa bit of good strong sort of

stripey fabric for your tum.’

 

Soshe set to work and made his

tum and back and legs likenew;

Poohand John could go on playing -

that was all that botheredPooh.

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Anyone who knows and loves A.A.Milne's writing will realise why I chose this Pooh Bear poem today. It's taken from a book of poems I wrote for my children about their special toys, and the story of John's Pooh Bear is true.

In fact, years later, I was asked to re-cover Pooh completely so that he would be hygienic enough for John's own son!

If you would like to read the book, it's on Amazon - STRIPEY CAT and Other Poems.

Thanks as ever to Rochelle, our never-failing hostess, and to Fleur Lind for this week's image, which took me straight to the Ashdown Forest in Sussex, UK, and to the tree in which lived the owl known to Christopher Robin as Wol.