A Feather Fight Tournament Poem by Pamela lutwyche

When I found out about the feather fight,
I was very excited! You see.
I have always wanted a feather fight.
I really hope they pick me.

I was given a lovely feather.
one, I will never give away.
I will always keep that feather,
for ever and a day.

My opponent had a blue feather
mine was dashing pink.
But, he turned out to be a cheater,
because his was dipped in ink.

I was ready with my feather,
I held it in my hand.
But then, I was distracted, by a great, big, brass band.

He knocked me down with his feather.
I never thought he would do that to me.
The feather was as strong as lead,
I thought I had a stronger head.
But, how wrong could I be.

I tickled him with my feather.
I tickled him until he cried.
I tickled him until he yelled "stop".
Then I ran away to hide.

I saw him through the window,
he knew that I was there.
He charged at the window,
feathers every where.

I ran out side to tickle him,
feather at arm's length.
But, I missed him by half a mile
I hit a wooden bench.

He came at me from around the side,
and tickled me on my back

I turned to look at him and then he gave me such a whack.
We are teddy bears from the teddy bear race
we wear our feathers with pride.

We wear our feathers attached to our face,
we definitely don't want them to hide.

The ones we use for fighting are much larger in every way.
There is always a feather tournament held once a year on this day.
Face to face now, feathers poised and at the ready. After the count of three.
Are you ready, steady, teddies? 'Go'