Teddy and Tiddles are getting excited

Playing in front of the fire

Rumble tumble all day long

Doing anything their hearts desire

The warmth from the hearth their enjoying

So no doubt they will be asleep

They know Christmas is on the horizon

And their presents they will be able to peep

For they always know they get something

A stocking each full of good things

So it’s no wonder that they get excited

For they remember what joy Christmas brings

Even Gingerbreadmen

Even Gingerbreadmen have a bad day

nothings like most people say

childrens playthings or just a biscuit

with their big round eyes lit

with thre buttons to keep thier coat on

until their eaten, compeletely all gone

but such lovely little characters are they

but sadly they only last a day

or maybe two or three if their lucky

but beneath the fear their rather plucky

they just lay there waiting to be eaten

made from Ginger flour and eggs well beaten

so remember next time you see them on a plate

just remember what is their fate

to be devoured is their want

so go one, take one, don’t say cant

A more tasty a morsel cannot be found

so grab one whilst they are still around

Clarence

Hello, my name is Clarence

I am a Teddy Bear

But no doubt as you look at me

Of that you are very well aware

My nose is very runny

I think I have as cold

And as I blink my eyes at you

You can see I’m getting old

Sometimes I am left on the shelf

All day long it seems

But at night-time little Mary

Cuddles me to sleep, as she dreams

Some times we play together

Doctors and Nurses her favorite game

She binds my legs with bandages

And puts my arm into a frame

I look as though I have been in the wars

Nothing can move at all

She lays me down in bed and covers me up

I look so ill, afirmed and all

But she always gives me medicine

God knows where it goes

Because my mouth won’t open

She tries to put it up my nose

But I a lucky Teddy Bear

To be loved and cared for all my life

And live this life of luxury

With no pain or strife

Beacue little Mary loves me

I realise that each time she picks me up

As she tries to make me drink morning tea

From her little old tin cup

How many children care enough

To ask Teddy, how are you today

And take me down of that lonely shelf

And play together every day

Teddy’s First Christmas

I have decorated the tree

Wrapped my presents with bows

Will Father Christmas come to me?

Only he knows

I have been a good Teddy bear

Most of the year

And hopefully that’s something he will appreciate

That’s my only fear

So I am now off to bed

Leaving my stocking hanging on the Mantelpiece

To cuddle up warmly

Under my nice warm fleece

So in the morning my prayers will be answered

And Santa will have come to see me

Just like to all the little girls and boys

I am no different you see

A Teddy bear I may be

But I still have a heart

And the joy of Christmas

Is something of which I am a part

So always remember that little things like me

Are always as worthy, not just to decorate the tree

Farmer Giles had an old green tractor he called Horace for fun. He and Horace used to plough the fields all day before returning to the farm where Horace was kept overnight in an old barn. His farm was called Forty Acres, because this was about the size of his fields and all his outbuildings and he was very proud of his domain. He had about forty Cows. Thirty-five Chickens and an old Cockerel he called Sid along with forty Pigs which lived in the bottom field and slept in tin shelters to keep warm from the winter ellements and to have cover from the hot summer sun. Life on the farm was hard work but very idyllic and Farmer Giles and his wife Doris lived happily with their three children content to work the farm and see their children grow up in a countryside environment.

He bought Horace some years previously so as to make ploughing the fields a bit easier as the old tractor he had then kept breaking down. During the winter Farmer Giles and his eldest son Tommy would plough the fields over ready for the next year’s crops as well as having a field full of Brussels Sprouts and Cabbages which they grew ready for Christmas Time to sell on their farmers Market Stall during the cold months of December through till February to help bring in much need income. Farms take a lot of financing what with the livestock to feed as well as his family, so he was always on the go day in and day out and poor old Horace was kept well busy and would chug up and down the field all day pulling the plough and the harrow to churn up the ground ready for planting. If they were ploughing a field that had been left for the grass to grow so as to make Hay and Silage to feed the animals, sometimes they might disturb Barney the little field mouse that farmer Giles used to share the cheese from his lunch box with and talk to whilst having a cup of tea to wash down his sandwiches. This occurred most days when he was in that field so he was always careful when he was working not to injure his little friend.

As time went by all the ploughing was finished and the crops began to sprout and in the lower field where the mice were Farmer Giles wheat began to grow and with the heat of late spring and early summer as the sun shone everything was growing nicely. The mice were having a rare old time munching on the corn leaves and getting fatter by the week and really having an easy life buried beneath the ground.

Horace was in the farmyard receiving his monthly washdown so as to keep him clean and shiny and to prevent dirt from getting into his engine causing him to break down. He felt happy with life and was pleased that all the fields were ploughed which was the hardest work on the farm and Horace preferred and easy life.