Teddies and Freddies

A Sonnet of Love to the Unexpected
 
"Blessèd is she who is expecting, for disappointment periodically buildeth character."
-- one bear of a bare fact
 
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I woke in spring to unexpected love
on eyeing nigh my head a babe in bed,
a precious gift of life from God above,
which shrieked until its face turned fiendish red --
and stank to Heaven yet from pea-green pee,
as well as smelled like Hell from goo-like poo,
the mattress wee a wide, excreted sea
of breast milk plus a burp or two of spew --
still nonetheless, I chose to keep the gift,
despite its having hardly any hair,
my wishing not to give the gift short shrift
in being one true, loving teddy bear --
besides, the gift appeared to be worthwhile
till broke it into one vile pedophile . . .
 
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