now that its june we’ll sleep out in the garden...
I know a man.
He drives a blue Mini Cooper.
In the back seat of his blue Mini Cooper sits a huge pink teddy bear.
His pink teddy bear is so big that it spills over into the front seat.
The man refers to this bear as his, “Traveling Companion.”
He buckles him in.
On sunny days, the bear wears a visor.
In the winter, the bear wears a scarf.
I once told the man that bears don’t need scarves to keep warm; that is what their fur is for.
The man didn’t respond to me.
Neither did the bear.
By the way the man spoke of the bear I half expected it to talk
Expectation is a bitch.
So is insanity.
Remember that.
He drives a blue Mini Cooper.
In the back seat of his blue Mini Cooper sits a huge pink teddy bear.
His pink teddy bear is so big that it spills over into the front seat.
The man refers to this bear as his, “Traveling Companion.”
He buckles him in.
On sunny days, the bear wears a visor.
In the winter, the bear wears a scarf.
I once told the man that bears don’t need scarves to keep warm; that is what their fur is for.
The man didn’t respond to me.
Neither did the bear.
By the way the man spoke of the bear I half expected it to talk
Expectation is a bitch.
So is insanity.
Remember that.