A tale of two fuzzy friends...and winner of 'The Littlest Poetry Contest'!
In tightly gripped hands of carefree
Children who loved them dearly -
Colourful, fluffy and filled with glee.
Wool and ribbon tightly tied
By loving Mothers, glued and dyed,
During tough times, wanting to provide
A fuzzy companion for their children's bedside.
Fuzzo and Fuzzee, duly named, yet
An ocean parts them, they've never met.
Excellent company, as good as a pet,
With Fuzzo and Fuzzee children were never upset.
Fuzzee lived in England with pretty Jenny,
With her when War struck: she had to flea
Off to the countryside as an evacuee.
Jenny needed all the comfort from little Fuzzee.
Fuzzo lived across the Pond, U.S.A. side,
An older lad, Buck, always loved his cross-eyed
Look. Buck kept Fuzzo by the fireside
Until called to War - the pair travelled worldwide.
Jenny grew into a very pretty brunette,
Her and Fuzzee growing up with the constant threat
Of German bombers, some sights hard to forget.
Just one upside - she met an American cadet.
Buck, was his name, soon went down on one knee
So excited to ask Jenny if she would marry?
She (and Fuzzee) delighted and happy
To be marrying this handsome American chappy.
Buck fought through the War with American pride,
Tackled Hitler's men with forces allied,
Happy to have found himself a bride,
Proud as Jenny now stood by his side.
Unbeknown to Buck, Jenny had one regret.
She had kept Fuzzee secret since they met.
Could she keep Fuzzee? Should she forget?
She should have mentioned him from the outset.
Jenny unaware Buck had the same worry,
He still had Fuzzo - would she like to see?
Buck was so enamoured and full of glee
When Jenny told him all about Fuzzee!
The four of them now live side-by-side,
Buck, a War veteran, strong and dignified,
Jenny, a kind, caring woman always by his side,
Fuzzo and Fuzzee, the fuzzy couple, no longer hide.