~~Stuffed Animals at Night~~

I am too lazy to blog so Swetha is taking over.

Hi everyone! This is Swetha. Here is a poem that I wrote. Enjoy!



Stuffed Animals at Night


You wake up in the morning and get out of bed.
Whoa! Your teddy bear has a bump on his head!
I’m dreaming, you think, when you see a scar on his jawbone.
But in reality, stuffed animals have a life of their own.

When you get under the covers, and turn off the light
Stuffed animals gather around and start to excite.
“Come on!” they call, hurrying to the bedroom door,
And they start the long walk across the hallway floor.

They tiptoe down the long flight of stairs,
Heading to the playroom, waiting for what is there.
When they reach the room, the stuffed animals rejoice.
In front of their eyes, are your hundreds of toys!

They gather around with all their toy friends,
To have some fun that never ends!
From eleven o’clock to half-past seven,
Your stuffed animals buddies are in heaven!

Some of them grabbed a Frisbee and tossed it around,
It hit your teddy bear, knocking him to the ground.
That’s why his chin might need a band-aid,
(Don’t worry; his scar soon will fade).

After hours of playtime, it’s time to say bye,
The stuffed animals hug the toys; some start to cry.
As they slowly ascend the staircase that leads to the room,
They think, Will we see our toy friends again soon?

Of course they will! They always unite!
‘Cause this is what stuffed animals do every night.

by: Swetha Raman