Ode to Bobo
Posted: 09 October 2003
Word Count: 37
Summary: OK, I 'fess up - I'm 32 and I still sleep with a toy I've had since I was 6 months old...
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Bobo, my one real friend,
my one true love.
Ragged.
Patched.
So full of life.
To hold you,
smell you -
this is my
sanctuary.
You've saved me
over
and
over
and
over
again,
my silent friend.
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 Bobo at 20:39 on 09 October 2003
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Exactly. No lies, no abuse, no labelling, no abandonment...
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Fearless at 20:42 on 09 October 2003
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But (I am probably going to be made to regret saying this) some people can do this too. More than an opinion, it's a belief.
F
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Bobo at 20:45 on 09 October 2003
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I'm not so sure Fearless. After 32 years there's been too much evidence to the contrary.
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roger at 20:51 on 09 October 2003
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Hi bo-Bo,
I love this poem. Not just because it's well written, which it is, but because it's eased my conscience. For 56 years I've kept quiet about Mr Ted, who's only 6 months younger than me. Now you've come out, I feel that I can too. So, hey everyone, I've got a teddy and I'm proud!
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Fearless at 20:53 on 09 October 2003
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Roger
Does Mr. Ted have string knickers, or does he have a Brazilian bikini line?
Fearless
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roger at 20:59 on 09 October 2003
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No knickers at all, Woz...never saw the need because, poor chap, he has no genitalia. Now come on, why not live up to your name - be fearless and admit it; you too have a teddy! Let's all come out, we've kept it hidden too long, let's start an 'I'VE GOT A TEDDY AND I'M PROUD' club...we could even get some badges made. Bo-bo, you may have really hit on something here with your great little poem. So you can be club leader...okay?
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Fearless at 21:02 on 09 October 2003
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Roger/BoBo
I kinda feel left out, as I don't have a teddy (I gave mine away when I was 6yo to a younger child as a gesture of friendship). I do however have an Inquisitive Wildebeest that I see whenever I am drunk. Can he join?
Fearlessly drunk (hiccup!)
<Added>
OK Roger, being Fearless, I will admit it. Like your Mr. Ted, I too have no genitalia. Voila!
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Bobo at 21:07 on 09 October 2003
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Fantastic Roger - I've never been in a club before ( other than the brownies and the odd self-help group! ), let alone be club leader! Does the role come with a uniform?
Fearless - we'll have a whip-round and get you a teddy all of your own. The wildebeest's probably a bit on the scary side!
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roger at 21:13 on 09 October 2003
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Bloody hell, Bobo, I was in the brownies too....soulmates! No, I don't think we need a uniform, just a discreet lapel badge - something along the lines of 'I'm proud of my teddy so up yours'. Coming out can be overdone and I think a uniform would be pushing it a bit. But, and here's the good bit, you can charge a membership fee. I've been doing the sums - I reckon there are 3 million secret teddy owners in the UK. If we recruit just 1% of them we have 30000 members. If you charge ten quid each, that's three hundred grand....less my 10% of course - after all, it was my idea. Good, or what?
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Bobo at 21:17 on 09 October 2003
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Roger, you are indeed an entrepreneur! Like it. But I'm quite fond of uniforms so hope you'll rethink. The lapel badge is good though...maybe we could have furry badges...
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roger at 21:23 on 09 October 2003
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Furry badges yes, that's great...but if my teddy is anything to go by, it would need to be moth-eaten fur. But no, although it's your club and you can therefore do as you like, I'd strongly advise against the uniform...I still have memories of my little brown brownie skirt and the years of counselling, which were a bit painful.
Anyway, I'm off to bed now....teddy waits. Don't forget my 10%.
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The Walrus at 22:06 on 09 October 2003
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Guys,
I'm with Bobo on this one. Uniforms are cool. Furry badges an interesting option.
The Walrus
Conspicuously Without A Teddy.
x
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roger at 06:50 on 10 October 2003
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Of course you've got a Teddy, Wal...come on, admit it, be brave for goodness sake!
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Chem at 08:00 on 06 February 2004
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Lisa
I thought this was a gorgeous poem: so well written and so true.
I didn't have a Bobo, I had an Ernest. Ernest was an Elephant no larger than my hand. My Nan made him his own clothes, even a head band to hold back his ears. My Dad created Ernest "talk" that became my bedtime stories and then in the morning he'd be hidden and I'd have to find him. Invariably he would be swinging, from his trunk, off the bathroom light rope :-)
My Brother would shave him and tell me that his fur would grow back. It never did!
However, Ernest became intrepid and decided to come travelling with me when I was 20. It was perfect: he was pocket sized and I could take him with me everywhere. Even to the internet cafe when I was emailing home (he would sit on the mouse mat). But then disaster struck: I had to leave a hostel very early one morning to get the Greyhound bus. I packed my bags quickly, in the half light, not wanting to disturb my room mates. It took me a couple of days to realise Ernest wasn't in any of my bags. By then it was too late!
Half a year later my Brother went back to the same hostel and inquired about Ernest. He was told that he had probably been given to the "Salvo's". He was lost in Broome, North West Australia. I still like to think he has made a new home on Cable Beach with the Camels and the sunsets :-)
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Bobo at 09:15 on 06 February 2004
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Em - that is so so sad. Poor Ernest. Poor you. Well, hopefully he's making someone else as happy as he made you for all those years...he's probably hangin' out with some buxom Sheila's right now having the time of his life!
BoBo's upstairs slowly disintegrating on my bed... :0) ...he was always too big to take around with me as I 'grew up', but I did used to carry 1 of his ears with me for the occasional sniff!
Glad you l;iked my little poem.
Lisa x
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Chem at 11:02 on 06 February 2004
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Lisa
I have never quite been the same since.
Think I might have to pay him homage and write a little short story about him! I hope you don't mind but your Ode to Bobo has rather inspired me. Have always been meaning to and now I think I shall!
And I totally appreciate the sniffing. I loved sniffing Ernest :-)
Can't wait to read more of yours..
Em
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haunted at 12:45 on 06 February 2004
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Ok, i hold my hands up, i have a secret teddy. Well, not actually a teddy, he's a seal. My dad won him for me 3 months before i was born. I named him sealy. Later i got two more seals. One i got on a ferry when i was 5 - he's called sea'o - and the other i found at a car boot sale when i was 7 - he's called seahe. I also have a mouse called mousey, who is actually a cat toy (but dont tell him). He so old now that he is just a piece of plastic with eyes.
I slept with them all for years, although after i met my fiance they had to be religated to the end of the bed.
Still, theres nothing like a cuddle with sealy to make the bad things go away.
Great poem Bobo,
Louise
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