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Not Without My Blankie


It was to be a three hour cruise

or that was what I had planned

things quickly went awry

when the boat hit dry land

 

One thing for sure

and of that I was glad

I had taken along my blankie

for without it I get sad

 

My blankie has been with me

since the day I was born

a gift from my grandma

it's now all ratty and torn

 

This blankie gives me comfort

and I need it to sleep

no matter what happens

It's something I always plan to keep

 

People may laugh

and my friends will make jokes

but with it I am most happy

and this is no hoax

 

Now this blankie has been

where ever I go

to Florida to New York

and even to San Diego

 

It went to summer camp

even stayed in a dorm

spent spring break in the Keys

where it was sunny and warm

 

This blankie is old

and faded and worn

it's not much to look at

but, hey, I've had it since I was born

 

Suggestions are always made

to replace it with new

but why would I do this

I haven't got a clue

 

A teenager with a blankie

may seem strange to you

but what can I say

I'll never bid it adieu

 

 

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