I talk to Gregory,
but he never answers,
just looks straight ahead,
appealingly.
He has a little pot belly,
a rather long nose,
cute little ears
and silky hair.
I talk to Gregory
when he looks lonely
and I know lonely
in every way
so I never lay blame
when he doesn't reply
but allow him his silence.
It's just his way.
I guess he's a friend,
my Gregory bear
and though he's been stuffed
I don't really care.
Ruth Walters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gregory-2/
