The Paddington poem
My dear Mr Bond I find myself putting pen to paper today To write a few words I have oft wanted to say About the outfit you gave me when I came in from Peru The hat and the coat might have seemed fine to you But the duffel didn’t fit, it was always too tight With pockets too small for sandwiches of marmite Oh yes, and that’s another thing! At Paddington station My culinary preference got lost in translation Marmalade’s turned me fat But I don’t think you care After all, to you, I am only that bear. Yours sincerely, Paddington (with a hard stare) Find out more about me and my books. Click on the image below : I'm on twitter @flaming_nora