Friend with two names

The needle slid in to my soon to be friend,

I placed out some buttons to lend

for this creature yet to be named

with uneven stitching causing the illusion of being maimed.

With in every stitch was a memory,

I added a felt heart so he could live his own story. 

I could tell he was a bit fan of rainbows as me

When he was finished I cuddles him with glee.

Kim named him Bob, Nicola named him Jeffry

At a later date Nick named his own Bobfry.

We have been through a lot my sock teddy and I,

I’ve cuddles him so much his face looks like a permanent sigh.

I made most of my friends their own with coloured felt hearts

though bad sewing technique caused two to fall apart.  

His smile though is something that is still a worry,

maybe I finished him off with to much of a hurry.

I can stretch it to a smile bigger than I have ever seen

but it always returns to a frown that mouth of blue and green.

Maybe if I choose my own name for him

maybe it would make his aura less grim.