TOYS AND JOYS
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
My dolly is in her cot
Mindy Monkey in her favourite spot
Sitting on my windowsill
Ragdoll hangs by a hook on her hat
On the door
Duffy dog on my fluffy mat
On the floor
And in bed with me
Is my teddy
He is tatty torn and lame
But I love him all
the same
He was my Granma’s from many years ago
He saw the war don’t you know?
He wears a jumper knitted all colours
He has little checky trousers
Clothes made for him by my great Gran
He is cream and his ears are tan
He only has one hand
I think he lost the other in the war
I remember my Grandma telling me that before
So was he in battle
Did he protect his castle?
Did he fly in the fighter planes?
Was he tied up in chains
Oh what a brave bear
So I show him so much care
He keeps me safe through the night
I feel safe don’t need a light
I will dream now about my toys
And tomorrow I’ll have fun with the girls and boys
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