Late that night
In the evening gloom,
Ragz got to sleep
In Stringthing's spare bedroom.
But neither of them that night
Could sleep very well,
For Ragz in her fright
Would constantly yell.
Whenever Stringthing would come in
To check on the doll,
She'd always tell him,
"I think I saw a spider on the wall!"
"There are no spiders here."
He'd say slightly annoyed unto his dolly dear,
"Now go back to bed,
There's nothing to fear."
But his words did little to tame
As still the screams came,
All through the night
The routine continued the same.
At last after many a dream
Broken by many a scream,
He came into her room
The next time she screamed with a scare,
Holding in his stringy hand
His beloved teddy bear.
"I have something for you."
He said to the doll with care,
"Oh Stringy," she said,
"You're giving me your bear?"
"Hugz used to sleep with me,
That is, before you came along,
But we talked it over and,
We'd like it if he were your bear from now on.
Right now it certainly seems it's true,
You need a Hugz more than I do."
As on the bed he placed him down,
The bear began to dance around:
YOU ARE READING
Stringthing
PoetryStringthing, a man made of strings, Lives a quiet life sewing All manner of things. All he wants is to share His creations with all, To bring a multitude of smiles Through his teddies and dolls. But he's all tangled up In what others think of him...
