Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

Alan Alexander Milne Poems

1. From: Gold Braid 1/18/2012
2. The Wrong House 1/18/2012
3. Tails 1/18/2012
4. Furry Bear 1/18/2012
5. Forgotten 1/18/2012
6. Sand-Between-The-Toes 1/18/2012
7. Solitude 1/18/2012
8. Pinkle Purr 1/18/2012
9. From A Full Heart 1/18/2012
10. Swing Song 1/18/2012
11. Tra-La-La, Tra-La-La 1/18/2012
12. The Four Friends 1/18/2012
13. Water Lilies 1/18/2012
14. The Mirror 1/18/2012
15. The Friend 1/18/2012
16. Waiting At The Window 1/18/2012
17. Twice Times 1/18/2012
18. Daffodowndilly 1/18/2012
19. Vespers 1/18/2012
20. In The Fashion 1/18/2012
21. Forgiven 1/18/2012
22. Spring Morning 1/18/2012
23. Cottleston Pie 1/18/2012
24. Sneezles 1/18/2012
25. The Knight Whose Armour Didn'T Squeak 1/18/2012
26. Jonathan Jo 1/18/2012
27. Halfway Down 1/18/2012
28. The Three Foxes 1/18/2012
29. Puppy And I 1/18/2012
30. Twinkletoes 1/1/2004
31. The Morning Walk 1/1/2004
32. The Christening 1/1/2004
33. Market Square 1/1/2004
34. The Dormouse And The Doctor 1/1/2004
35. Independence 1/1/2004
36. Brownie 1/1/2004
37. Hoppity 1/1/2004
38. Come Out With Me 1/1/2004
39. Lines And Squares 1/1/2004
40. Buckingham Palace 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alan Alexander Milne

Teddy Bear

A bear, however hard he tries,
Grows tubby without exercise.
Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
Which is not to be wondered at;
He gets what exercise he can
By falling off the ottoman,
But generally seems to lack
The energy to clamber back.

Now tubbiness is just the thing
Which gets a fellow wondering;
And Teddy worried lots about
The fact that he was rather stout.
He thought: "If only I were thin!
But how does anyone begin?"
He thought: "It really isn't fair
To grudge one exercise and air."

For many weeks he pressed in vain
His nose ...

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Twinkletoes

When the sun
Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,
When the sun
Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,
Then I pass
On the grass
From one leaf to another,
From one leaf to its brother,
Tip-toe, tip-toe!
Here I go!

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