The Bear with Bits

The Womans Institute did regale about the tale,
In the jumble for sale was a bear with bits,
Laughing the women where in fits.
Glass eyes and a body from yellow crochet
Also a very masculine appendage on display.
There hanging between teddy’s legs
Gasping one lady nearly spilt the tea dregs.

Who would create such a rendition?
Some ladies considered an interogration,
Others felt that would be too cruel
Also rumours of the WI it could fuel.
Others felt that surgery could be a solution
But to whom would a lady turn to for absolution?
All agreed putting the bear up for sale
Would be beyond the pale.

Staring into eyes the colour of marmalade
Give up his secrets they could not persuade.
The bear with bits the ladies would ponder
And over time the ladies grew fonder.
So the bear with bits was not sold
In his striking crochet skin looking bold.
He stays in a cupboard having joined the WI fold,
And even though the bear is maladjusted
Every now and then by a kindly lady he is dusted.