Mr Space man

Mr Space Bear by Memphis
He lays on a bed feeling the bacteria spread
Looking at the roof wishing to see the stars
Dreaming that a space ship came down
So he can Tame a clown to frown

In a space suit he lays
Feeling no pain to say
A tear drips from his eye
As he takes his last breath

He’s changed to a normal teddy bear
Nothing exciting about him now
I start to feel something come down from my eye
It’s something wet but soft a tear

I feel like turning Mr Space bear back to life
Like Frankenstein was
But when somethings lost
Leave it in the frost

Hoping one day to
See him again
In a new story
But next time his name will be Tory.