A Teddy Bear Named Groovy

A Teddy Bear Named Groovy
by Kate Stones

My pants go down
To the ground

--I don't have a teddy!
All my clothes are only rags,
My voice is bored,
I'm tattered, battered, and torn.
Everything on me sags.

--Me? A teddy?
Got to be rad
Da bomb and cool,
Schmooth and PHAT,
In with the crowd
When I'm at school.

--So I can't have a teddy!
But when the day ends
We trudge home
Noting the latest trends.
Though the house is empty,
We're not alone
'Cuz now we hug our teddies.

But we're still cool.

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