Two Foot Ted

Early one morning
Tucked into his bed,
Lay two foot Ted
Pretending to be dead.

“No school today Darling,”
His mother had said.
“It snowed last night
And it’s over your head.”

Leaving his pillow
And the blanket he shed,
Ran two foot Ted,
To the window he sped.

Everything was covered
Like a big snowy bed,
As far as he could see
For miles it spread.

Filled with excitement
He jumped on his bed.
Bounced two foot Ted,
Til his face had turned red.

“Come down for breakfast,
It’s time to be fed.”
“No time for toast Mom,
I’ll settle for bread.”

Leaping through the air
No danger to dread,
Flew two foot Ted
From the foot of his bed.

He dressed in a hurry
And from his room he fled.
Into the kitchen
When his mother had said,

“Make sure you eat something
And watch where you tread.”
But two foot Ted
Rolled his eyes instead.

So he wolfed down his food
To the last tiny shred,
While strawberry jelly
Made his lips really red.

Standing in the doorway
Looking at the snow bed
Stared two foot Ted,
At his half buried shed.

Remembering his Mom
And what she had said,
He knew he was crazy
And dove in with his sled.

All covered in snow
Way over his head
Lay two foot Ted
Pretending to be dead.