The Special Creature

The creature was looking, smiling, staring.
Beneath his bow tie and his creamy coat was an old soul filled with memories.
He had been there all my life, his past was my past my past was his past.
For he is as precious as a block of gold, as special as an Olympic medal.
He may be small in the big world but he has the biggest place in my heart.
He is the warmth on a cold winter day; he is the marshmallow to the hot chocolate.
When he is with me, all my troubles run off away.
For he is as precious as a block of gold, as special as an Olympic medal.
When I was born he was given to me, but I didn’t know he would be forever.
His eyes are as black as the night sky and his nose is as brown as chocolate.
He has a pink personality filled with bubbles!
For he is as precious as a block of gold, as special as an Olympic medal.
He is as soft as a cat’s fur and as cheeky as a monkey.
I am the chair with only three legs…
He is the forth leg, without him I would break.
For he is as precious as a block of gold, as special as an Olympic medal.
We play together, we laugh together and we share many memories.
He is as clumsy as a panda but as bubbly as a bath tub,
He winks at me, the creature.
For he is as precious as a block of gold, as special as an Olympic medal.