No He’s Not My Hubby
He’s Our Fee
October 21, 2008
Written By: Rose Marie Rideout
He’s still talking to me,
and that’s not a lie,
He knows it was all in fun,
So he’ll let this one pass by.
He’s such a cuddly Teddy bear,
I think you’ll all agree,
Even if Fee got really upset,
He’d never stay mad at me.
I’m just his innocent cousin,
That’s where it all begins,
No he’s not my hubby,
He’s Our Fee, my cousin.
No I never took the picture,
It was his wife you see,
That’s when the mistake was made,
When they passed it on to me.
But Fee took it with a grain of salt,
A smile and a big old grin,
Cause he can’t stay mad at me,
He’s Our Fee, my dear cousin.
Lots of folks have seen him,
At the beach wearing a lot less,
So tell me and be honest,
In this pic he looks his best.
He still has a big heart of gold,
Words to charm all of us by,
I see he’s fully covered in his photo,
Too late now to be shy.
Thank you all for reading,
The words I wrote about him,
But no he isn’t my hubby,
He’s Our Fee, my dear cousin.
Love, Christine
Rideout Rose, you got him! LOL
Ch'erie
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Cute poem too Rose... hugs, lindalaw
hugs
Kathy lynn
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Well written. Fee sounds like a wonderful man.
Mary
Ted
For a Canadian he is too good looking, you sure's your cousin?
Where's his Red Jacket?
Ed the Elder