Sunday, February 17, 2013

I do not like it, Sam-I-Am!

1995.  A world age ago.

It's always best to read with two:
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 to me: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two
Can stick together," says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.
And this seems very bitter-sweet after the last five years (from the same source):
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Now he is twenty,
no longer a baby.
Brainy and quirky;
staunchly a mystery.
Memories I see
always fondly.

Yeah, #2 Son was just as cute.

I'm told I do good work.


Ajdshootist said...

Now you are making me feel old!

Old NFO said...

LOL, good one BP!

Jay G said...

Borepatch with a lip ferret.

Now I've seen everything...