TED

One day there was a little girl. She was lovely and sweet with bright blond curls.
With her gentle voice and her fragile eyes, she looked up to everyone and about made everyone sigh.

everyone except one man, one very grumpy man. Very tall and slender, with a personality kinda bent.

But she tried to not let it be a bother she continued to smile and be cheerful for him, the grumpy slumpy, dumpy him.
And nothing happened except a crooked grin.

After the evening party when everyone felt spent they all decided to part for bed.
the little girl skipped a lone in a navy blue dress, waving "bye everyone i'm off" she said.
Her parents had no clue she was out and about. Running to grown up parties like she was fresh.
But she felt no harm if her house was up a head and down the next street not very far, and not thinking of TED.

Ted was the man with the crooked look. The grumpy frown, and dirty boots.
Ted was the mean one that wouldnt laugh at any of her jokes just stared at her like she was somewhat of a ghost.

But yes she did not think of Ted or her head or the way her head hit Ted.

Tumbling they came on the dark pavement street with a flickering street light it was a ghastly scene. But Ted stood up and looked down on the little girl.
Her little navy dress and her messed up curls. Tears trickled down as she bent her head toward him.

And he gave her a hand up, and she was on her feet. With a little whispering peep she said "are you going to her me?"

Ted giggled and respond "no my dear how can i hurt you if im not real? im a figment of your imagination i won't be copping a feeel."

The little girl giggled and while the sun rised up and she grabbed Ted's hands and they fled.

Stories like these can hardly ever be true. The little girl was found drowned till she was blue.
And what ever happen to sir Ted? well maybe next time, cautiously look into your head.