Mr Plush: A Poem That Tells The Tale Of A Bear

Mr Plush

Mr Plush to some is cute

Cuddly, warm, a soft brown suit

With button eyes and patched up nose

Sentiments bought from long ago

Mr Plush sits in his chair

And rocks the rooms foreboding air

His hands tight clasped with eyes of steel

That scream in silence with foul ill will

Mr Plush first built his pile

When played a hand at Falstaff’s trial

He lines his pot and builds his walls

And loves to see how others fall

Mr Plush sits on a chair

Loved by all with cuddles & care

Mr Plush looks down his nose

And hoards the cash that sentiment flows

Mr Plush once had it all

Friends that came to summer balls

But Mr Plush is now threadbare

All have gone & no one cares

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