Old Pooh

Hello. My Grandad's favourite poem was Us Two by A. A. Milne. I've written a thing based on that which I'd like to share with you. It goes thusly:

Old Pooh

Wherever I go I think of Pooh

But Pooh’s not here with Me.

Whatever I do I miss old Pooh.

This is great, Pooh’d like it, too!
Dinner and chat and a drink or two

This is a poem for Pooh by Me,

This is a poem for Pooh.

“What’s wrong with the country?” I said to Pooh

(“With what?” said Pooh to Me)

“I think it’s the times and the people, too”

“Just what I think myself,” said Pooh

“You’ll sort it out one day, won’t you?”

And we planned our regime did Pooh and Me,

I planned our regime with Pooh.

“Let’s look for Fleurie!” I said to Pooh

“Yes let’s!” said Pooh to Me.

We opened the cupboard and found a few

“Yes that is Fleurie, all right” said Pooh.

“As soon as I saw the labels I knew”

"That's what they are," said Pooh, said he,
"That's what they are," said Pooh.

“Let’s drink the Fleurie!” I said to Pooh

“All right,” said Pooh to Me

I found some glasses and filled a few.

He wasn’t thirsty so I drank his too.

Lovely old Fleurie and down it flew

A bottle of wine with Pooh and Me,

A bottle of wine with Pooh.

So wherever I go I think of Pooh

‘cos Pooh was dear to Me.

“I’m nice bloke,” I said to Pooh

“And it’s down to you” and Pooh said “True”

I wish you all could have met old Pooh

So please raise a glass to Pooh for Me,

Please raise a glass to Pooh.

One hopes you're well,
yrs,
ADWoodward