Bears and a boy washed away a day.
And when we were young
We sat folded up in cramped desks,
Modern twist on utilitarian form
Poetry in chalky white on a plain black board
And studied Ogden,
silly was in vogue.
The sixties begged for humor, cried even
Rowen and Martin and very short poems
A bear and a boy and silly
Can take the edge off of a war
And your mind off of
Politicians who die too young.
Pooh slayed his dragons.
There is strength in numbers
Now as then, a friend can help
You fight the foe
When you cross the river
And you are two
You too may declare
“Shoo! Silly old dragons”
Because you are two, arm in arm
Bear and boy, Christopher and Pooh
Dragons go up in a puff of smoke
Into thin air
“It isn’t much fun for One, but Two.”
When slaying demons and dragons
Strength in numbers was never more true
And wild things that go bump
in the night
are easier to fight, as two.
So after you tell the moon,
Tuck in your dragon, nice and tight.
Check under the bed, pray and search the room.
Now you are free
To dream by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon.
joining tweetspeak poetry for their poetry prompt this week, Dragons etc. Click here to discovery more poetry from my friends at Tweetspeak.