My Barnsley Bear

Unwanted bear finds new home in Barnsley.

I just can't resist a little Teddy Bear. As David and I were taking a walk down the road to the Edmunds Arms in Worsbrough village, we came across three children selling their old toys, at the bottom of their garden. Very enterprising, we thought, and of course couldn't pass by without buying something from them. I call my new bear, Jumble, as he came from a jumble stall. I could have bought a lovely necklace, or any number of plastic penguins, but the bear, being somewhat strange, was irresistible. He reminds me of a poem I wrote recently: 

(James Kennedy who wrote the original lyrics to Teddy Bears’ Picnic, lived at Staplegrove Elm, Taunton, Somerset, which was at the edge of a wood).

Zombie Teddy Bears’ Picnic

Do not go into the Staplegrove wood,

in the light of day, or the dark of night,

it’s a crazy, Zombie Teddy Bear hood.

Be warned, they picnic on fresh brains and blood,

and once you are hugged, they will hold on tight,

do not go into the Staplegrove wood.

If you reach the edge, think twice, it’s not good

to disturb the bears as they reunite,

it’s a crazy, Zombie Teddy Bear hood.

When Zombie Teddy Bears picnic, they rub

eyeballs in soil, suck tongues, they’re not polite,

do not go into the Staplegrove wood.

If you go down to the Staplegrove wood,

you’ll be in for a big surprise, all right,

it’s a crazy, Zombie Teddy Bear hood.

You’ll never believe your eyes, when the bite

rips into your flesh - there’s no time for flight.

Do not go into the Staplegrove wood,

it’s a crazy, Zombie Teddy Bear hood.

Hope you enjoyed that one. Well, I'll keep a close eye on Jumble, and keep him away from picnics. 

I have also been creative this week, this is my latest painting. 

Yorkshire women having a natter.

And now to do a bit of music practice. Talk again soon.

Love, Jane x