Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I used to be fluffy...

Today I was thinking about seeing my cousin Bunkey. He's about my same age, and he was adopted from the same shelf at the Yoken's Adoption Center, Postsmouth NH, not long after I was. He was adopted by my grandma, so technically I guess that makes him my uncle and not my cousin! But, since he was my cousin on the shelf, my cousin he remains.

Anyway, it was great to see him, but it got me to thinking about appearances. When I posed for this photo between Bunkey & Reggie I saw just how worn I've become. Sometimes I think we worry too much about how we look.
So I wrote this little ditty about why I look the way I do. I think that how we look sometimes comes from how we live our lives. Maybe some of you can bear-late.

I Used to be Fluffy
Some bears they stay fluffy all of their lives.
They just sit on a shelf gathering dust.
They always seem to be bored and stuffy;
they never get smudgy or sticky.
I used to be fluffy a long time ago
when my fur and my nose were new.

Sometimes my fur gets all mangy and matted.
Mind you, I do get my fur brushed for occasions.
I try to look my beary best. I've even had a few baths.
But, having a bath is always an all day affair;
first the bath, then rinse & spin,
then that never ending ride
on the Teddy Bear Ferris Wheel,
the dryer set on air fluff.
Not to mention the recovery time,
because it makes me dizzy.
But I do have to say, it sure beats hanging by my ears
on a clothesline for days till I'm dry.

My nose was nearly worn off some years ago.
I had nose surgery, but you can't tell it now,
because that nose is nearly worn off now too.
My nose does still work. I love the smell of honey,
waffles, mom's sourdough bread and sourdough pizza. Yum!

I don't know if I'll do a second round of bear-lastic surgery. I may just become known as the worn nose teddy.

But as some of you know, lots of bear hugs, nose hugs and cuddles, and playing bear games can wear away some of a bears furry places. I just thought it important to share with you that I used to be fluffy and stuffy too. But when it's all said and done, I'd rather be loved than fluffy.

Grr-bye till later,
Buttons

2 comments:

CCSemick CPS/CAP said...

How enchantingly poetic! Buttons, you are profound for a bear. I loved your ditty!

I too think it's better to be loved, though, I happen to be the fluffiest kitty-cat in the world. Tough break for ya. And, that tumble-dry thingy sounds painful. Better you than me - cats don't like machines - or water!

Well, it's time for my next nap! yawn...stretch....purrrrrrr

Meow for now!
Wednesday

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

I yewsd to be fluffy too, but this is the price we pay for bin grayte huggers. Tayke a look at my cuzzin Henri. He is all glossy an fluffy. But then he is poncey. Allways grooming himself. He duzzent hav as mutch fun as me. Hehehe.