Albert Rat

As he sits in my furnace room so bored
all day in the sun - his face full of rays of light.
Grey tasseled delicate fur all beached and dimmed,
yellow brick nose so dry.
All his brown stitches dreary and ripped, surrounded by his mates all the same as him.
If destroyed my life would end,
To be given away only my mother would take care as she knows how precious to me he is.
As I get older he holds more memories,
This old man who I tell you about who has been with me since I was one, Is really my teddy
Albert rat.