I talk you talk we'll talk


Christopher Robin

Prayers for Alan Alexander

(x = space)



Prayers for Alan Alexander


Yesterday was A. A. Milne’s birthday

I didn’t know

And didn’t learn

Before posting time

(which sounds like horses

on the track

sorry, horses)

Anyway and, oh, bother

For not knowing


Nothing new to pray for

Regarding supplication,

I suppose,

Except that A. A. be welcomed

Into heaven

And his boy who died some years

After and for us

Some years


And that both and all

Go on to play in

The Hundred Acre Wood

Until it’s time for honey

Then rest upon the bridge,

Followed by

Trudging up the stairs

To bed


C L Couch



Sunset in the forest.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash



Public Bear

(x = space)



Public Bear



Has entered

The public domain

Welcome, Pooh

And Piglet



Kanga and Roo


And the blond boy

With buckles on his shoes

Who made a world

So that our world

Might be


And kinder

And we can hope

A little wiser


C L Couch



(Public Domain)


Play Day Stood in a Hundred-Acre Wood

Play Day Stood in a Hundred-Acre Wood


It’s a dark and rainy day

But Christopher Robin wants to play


If Pooh and Piglet can find a brolly

Then all will have fun, and all will be jolly


They shall have tea and toast and honey

Much more fun than pots of money


Then they’ll go home by Mister Sanders

Having good times from all their wanders


And England shall have a sunny day

When Christopher Robin will want to play


C L Couch

Christopher (Robin) Couch



Photo by Mary Sill on Unsplash



Mister Sanders Speaks

Mister Sanders Speaks


I may not know much

But I can wonder

Why the sky is blue

And my balloon is green

And will I reach the tree

With all the honey


Why there is a name on my home

Of someone I don’t know

Who counted out

The hundred acres of our wood

And why does Piglet

Help me in all the plans I make

Despite the fact that

I am of small brain


He is so good, my human friend

He could come by more often

Maybe find a way to keep

The tail on the donkey

So that we could

Hunt the Heffalump

And play

And find more honey


And better still,

Eat more honey


Christopher Robin Couch



EllenChan / 1110 images



The Enchanted Namesake

The Enchanted Namesake


I read the story long ago

I wrote the author

He never wrote back

But then how many

Contacts were there like mine

To say the name

Was mine as well

Did he ever take it as an indictment

As if to say,

It’s not my fault

I had my troubles, too, with it

Please leave

Me alone


On the jacket was the mention of

A bookstore

Which sounds pretty good

To me

A good life for which

I’d wish him well,

Of course


Well, I thought the name was silly until

It wasn’t

And the English teacher

Liked in fact

Having a literary character

For a name

As well as

A real person


C(hristopher Robin) L Couch


Amazon.com355 × 499Search by image

Enchanted Places


Thee Bee of Mee, inspired by a typo

Thee Bee of Mee
inspired by a typo

Tut-tut rain, Christopher Robin
Says because he wants to fool the
Bees into distraction so that his
Mud-cloud bear might swipe honey

From their tree; the bear so-loved
Is grasping a balloon, and bear
And balloon are lifted up toward
A relished but unplanned

Reward of something sweet and
Lasting ‘til the next time the bear
Wants honey—I love the stories
And was named for the bear’s
Boy, who also went down to

The palace with Alice

Of A A Milne—life by
Christopher Robin
And by me

Tut-tut rain, we say

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑