Poem for the Day

Posted: 31 May 2014

Some years ago I was asked if I could write a poem about a teddy bear! At the time I was appearing in a production of The Pirates of Penzance and one of my props was a teddy bear named, appropriately enough, Gilbert so, here is The Wonderful Story of Gilbert Bear.

You know Baloo and Pooh-Bear, and Paddington and such,
Well here’s a bear I hope you’ll like, I hope so very much....
His name is Gilbert, he’s my bear, I love him lots and lots,
He furry, fat and likes to wear bow ties with yellow spots.
Bow ties with yellow spots,
He likes to wear a lot.
This stylish, well-dressed Gilbert Bear
Is wearing polka dots.

He is a very proper bear, he knows his “P’s” and “Q’s”,
And when it’s time for dinner he knows just which knife to use.
He understands nine languages, and I’m sure you will agree,
That this is very clever for a bear who’s only three.
Although he’s only three,
I’m sure you will agree,
That Gilbert, without question,
Is a bear of pedigree.

One day he saw some soldiers who were marching on the grass,
He thought them very smart indeed, and saluted as they passed.
The soldiers all saluted back and called to Gilbert Bear,
“We’ve made you General-in-Charge of soldiers everywhere.”
Once they saw him there,
They called to Gilbert Bear,
“You’re just the sort of chap to lead
Toy soldiers everywhere.”

He is very good at English, though not so good at sums,
He likes to play piano, the trombone and the drums.
His musical ambition, though he hasn’t done it yet,
Is to sing the counter-tenor in a barber-shop quartet.
Though he hasn’t done it yet,
His mind is firmly set,
One day to lead the singing in
A barber-shop quartet.

On holiday at the seaside he was walking on the sand,
When he heard some music coming from the promenade brass band.
He had his trombone with him so he joined in the parade,
And the people cheered for Gilbert Bear and all the tunes he played.
He joined in the parade
Upon the esplanade.
And the people cheered for Gilbert Bear
And all the tunes he played

At home he likes to garden, his flower beds are nice,
He likes to keep an eye on them while eating chocolate ice.
But the most enjoyable gardening for this unusual bear
Is to lie with both his feet up in his favourite garden chair.
The garden, though it’s there,
Can never quite compare
To lying with both his feet up
In a favourite garden chair.

And at the end of every day when all his work is done,
And after tea with scones and jam and home-made currant bun,
He kneels down in his bedroom, and bows his furry head,
For even bears must say their prayers before they go to bed.
He kneels beside his bed,
That’s where these things are said.
And even bears must say their prayers
Before they go to bed

The Wonderful Story of Gilbert Bear
Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 30 May 2014

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.

Us Two
A. A. Milne

Poem for the Day

Posted: 29 May 2014

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe.
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish...
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea ,
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish ,
Never afeard are we"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea,
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Eugene Field

Poem for the Day

Posted: 28 May 2014

Jenny wi the mumps,
Sittin in the dumps,
Sittin on a creepie,
Feelin kinna sleepy ,
Feet among the cinders ,
Just like Polly Flinders,

Jenny wi the mumps,
Sittin in the dumps.
Jenny wi the mumps,
Face aa heichs an humps,
Trachled wi your mouth,
Canna slock your drooth,
Aa your teeth are seggit,
Aa your gums are cleggit,
Jenny wi the mumps,
Sittin in the dumps.

Jenny wi the mumps,
Loupin, gowpin lumps,
Canna streek your een,
Muckle safety preen
Haudin on your flannen,
Chowks aa swalt an stounin,
Jenny wi the mumps,
Sittin in the dumps.

Jenny Wi' the Mumps
Sandy Ross

Poem for the Day

Posted: 27 May 2014

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go, ...
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.

The Land of Counterpane
Robert Louis Stevenson

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