Mr. Huggles Poem by May N

a creepy bear, he was at first
then morphed into a friend
a funny guy, he jokes around
joy and laughter he sends
'mr. huggles, how do you do? '
i would ask him one day
his eyes would drift and then he'd state
'well, fine. thank you, ...May'
i'd visit him nearly every day
to make his favorite meal
it's not that hard i hafta say
strawberries are his deal
now don't get me wrong
i never said said mr. huggles was great
he's weird and old, a bit obsessed
but hey, who isn't? i state
but you gotta wonder, now and then
what DOES this guy do?
curious i was one day and found
he stares at kids and drools
creeped out i was at the sight of this
i decided to keep silent
until one day, one faithful day
i found that mr. huggles had sent
poor Billy up to his room that night
and did things i cannot say
'Mr. Huggles, you weird old man
you creep me out so much
dare to touch me if you can
and i swear, i will punch
sorry, mr. huggles, i'm afraid that you are through
i've alerted the police and oh, there. right on cue.'
Poor Mr. huggles, i never saw him
after that awful day
but i hope he's locked up nice and tight
and kids are kept away.

[to my friend, Joel. a cuddly teddy bear, though not as creepy as mr. huggles....]