Theodore
By luigi_pagano
Wed, 13 May 2009
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When I was a toddler,
aged three or four,
mum bought me a teddy
which, in my opinion,
should have been
christened Freddy;
I never understood
why she would persist
on calling him Theodore.
Throughout my childhood
he was a true companion;
fluffy, friendly
and dependable
but - as I grew up -
expendable.
The day when we parted
had been very traumatic
and yet he lay forgotten
for ages, in the attic.
I found him once again
and though his fur was worn
he looked as right as rain.
I felt that it was wrong
to chuck him in the bin
so I put him up for auction,
thinking that he was priceless,
but he went for a song.
© Luigi Pagano 2009
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I won't even attempt any of
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I won't even attempt any of my god awful italian in a comment ;) (French is my forte!) Love this Luigi, especially the ending! I still have my teddy - have to hide it when friends come round though!
Magic xxx
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Lovely piece, Luigi. I
Lovely piece, Luigi. I didn't have a teddy, I had a koala. I chewed his nose off and loved him until he fell to pieces. I haven't thought of him for many, many years. Thanks very much for the reminder.
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Hi, Luigi. I really liked
Permalink Submitted by Geoff Smith on
Hi, Luigi. I really liked the poem.
Personally, I found the last two lines here a litle anti-climactic and I might think about an alternative.
I really liked it a lot up until then though, and everyone else here seems to like the ending, and I'm often wrong about all sorts of things and there's no accounting for taste and so I'd be pretty well chuffed if I were you.
I love your irritation at the name, Theodore.
Thanks.
JM.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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Finally I have found a
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Finally I have found a moment to have a quick read of what I've been missing.
This is priceless, dear Luigi and many congrats on the well deserved cherry.
I too had a teddy and in fact, at the tender age of five, I wrote my first poem...all about my precious furry companion. If I remember rightly, I turned him into a French teddy 'and when you pressed his tummy, he said,'Oui, Oui!' Although,as you will have guessed, I didn't quite spell it correctly:-)
Love,
Tina xxx
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