The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh PDF/EPUB

The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh PDF/EPUB


The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh [Ebook] ➣ The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh By A.A. Milne – Capitalsoftworks.co.uk In , the world was introduced to a portly little bear named WinniethePooh Along with his young friend, Christopher Robin, Pooh delighted readers from the very beginning His often befuddled perceptions In Tales Poems of Winnie Kindle - , the Tales Poems Kindle Ô world was introduced to a portly little bear named WinniethePooh Along with his young friend, Christopher Robin, Pooh delighted readers from the very beginning His often befuddled perceptions and adorable insights won the The Complete Kindle - hearts of everyone around him, including his close group of friends From the energetic Tigger to the dismal Eeyore, A A Milne created a charming bunch, both entertaining and inspirational These simple creatures often reflected a small Complete Tales Poems PDF/EPUB ✓ piece of all of us: humble, silly, wise, cautious, creative, and full of life Remember when Piglet did a very grand thing, or Eeyore's almostforgotten birthday?Gorgeous watercolor illustrations from Ernest H Shepard appear in all their glory With beautiful colors and simple lines, these images hold their own as classics The tales, filled with superb story lines and lessons, will continue to capture the hearts of new generations.


10 thoughts on “The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh

  1. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    I bet if he had called it Whiney the Pooh it wouldn't be so popular...


    Aw look, out of fucking honey again, why does this always happen to meeee.... and my dealer's been arrested....and they stopped my benefits payments again ...


  2. Manny Manny says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (9) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    It was a most enjoyable picnic. Pooh was just finishing the last bit of honey and licking around the edge of the pot in a Contented Way, when he suddenly realised that he was sitting on something. Something damp and squishy. Something...

    Oh bother!! said Pooh. Drat and bother and double bother!!! I've sat on two of Rabbit's Friends and Relations! Oh, what will Christopher Robin say!

    Christopher Robin came over and examined the two former mice.

    Pooh, he said gravely, these are not Friends and Relations. They are Deadly Killer Mice From Outer Space. You are the Best Bear In The World, and you have Saved The Hundred Acre Wood.

    And Pooh had never felt so proud and happy in all his life.


  3. ·Karen· ·Karen· says:

    Celebrity Death Match Review Elimination Tournament Round 2

    The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh vs Heart of Darkness

    Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
    God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
    Ooh wasn't it funny at teatime tonight?

    There was Tigger and Owl and Kanga and Roo
    And Jozef Korzeniowski and Piglet and Pooh
    And wasn't Joe greedy? Straight from the sea
    He wolfed down the cake and left none for me.

    And Owl kept on winking and shaking his head
    But nodded and beamed when I only took bread
    Then Joe fell to the floor, clutching his tum
    And I got so frightened I called for my Mum

    But God bless Rabbit and God bless Pooh
    For whisking the crumbs away and the plate too
    And Joe looked so ill, and his face was so white
    And the doctor says that he won't last the night

    Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
    And what was the other I had to say?
    I said Bless Rabbit, so what can it be?
    Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

    Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

    (Note: No animals were injured during the making of this review)


  4. Manny Manny says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    Pooh was getting rather tired of everyone ganging up on him, and he wondered if there was some way he could grab just a couple more votes. He suddenly thought of his old friend Vikki Blows. Now if he inserted the picture here...

    Oh, help! said Pooh, as a half-dozen angry comments appeared on his screen.

    If only I hadn't-- he said, as a dozen even more angry messages turned up in his inbox.

    You see, what I meant to do, he explained, as several people unliked his review, what I meant to do--

    Of course, it was rather-- he admitted, as they all simultaneously unfriended him.

    It all comes, I suppose, he decided, as the system administrators closed down his account, it all comes of liking votes so much. Oh, help!

    But who won? asked Christopher Robin.

    Pooh did, of course! I replied. That silly old Heart of Darkness wasn't even in the story, so Pooh won by default.

    I thought so too, said Christopher Robin. I just wanted to be sure.


  5. Marvin Marvin says:

    Written for the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament

    Oh, Bother! stated the Pooh-Bear.

    What could be the matter, Pooh, Asked Christopher Robin. Haven't you counted all the bees in the hive and chased all the clouds in the sky?

    Don't quote silly Kenny Loggins songs to me. There's a bigger problem.

    Like?...

    Well. Mr. Robin. I'm supposed to fight Hamlet in the Death match semi-final. I was expecting to go mano a bearo with him. But all of a sudden these other Characters are showing up and messing up my plans.
    It's a sock puppet orgy.

    Robin looked a little embarrassed and wondered if the bear was peeking in his window last night, But he continued on.

    Why, Pooh. You must look at the positive. Don't you have lots of honey.

    Yes

    And you have your friends.

    Well, yeah but...

    It was that time Tigger, Piglet, and Eyore showed up.

    Piglet grinned. That Tolstoy was a wimp. Never worry about Vegans. One look at me and he crumbled.

    Eyore never looked happy but he was a little less unhappy than usual. I just gave Alex one kick. He'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth one octave higher for a while.

    Tigger was the happiest of all. Wow! That Hamlet was tasty. I haven't had a better meal since my gig with Siegfried and Roy.

    See, Pooh? Everyone needs friend. Now you can rest up for the final.

    And Pooh was happy. The Hundred Acre Wood was a nice place again.


  6. Whitaker Whitaker says:

    For CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH PURPOSES ONLY: The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh versus Hamlet


    Scene: Christopher Robin is reading a book. He sighs and throws it down irritably.

    Pooh: Why Goodfellow Robin, does that book displease you?

    Christopher Robin: ‘Tis a tedious tome about a prince
    Troubled by his father’s death. Unnatural
    Or so it seemed, and he, umanned by it
    Feigned a double nature to seek revenge.

    Pooh: Most tedious tome indeed, Goodfellow Robin. Mayhap some hunny might sweeten its tone?

    Christopher Robin: Alas, my tutor hath required me
    To learn my lessons from this book. And he
    Will not brook a change of tune to ‘nuther
    More pleasant to eyes and ears. Childish things
    He calls them, ill-befitting one as I
    Who though but eight be half-adult in years.
    Most out of tune will I sing, counsels he
    Unless an adult I learn to be.

    Pooh: So he seeks to adulterate you? It seems a most unnatural thing to desire. Surely a child must be but a child, for what else can he be? Ay, there’s the rub, to be a child or not to be. Come sweet Robin, we go to gather honey and thusly feign to be a bee.

    Christopher Robin tosses out the book, and goes off to Hundred Acre Wood.

    Match point: Winnie the Pooh




  7. Chris Chris says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    After the meal was over, we retired on deck, just at that time when evening succumbs to night, and listened while Marlow spoke of the time he abandoned the wholesome adventures of the salt seas for the convoluted mysteries of the river. As he filled his pipe, I noticed the shake of his hands and looked on his countenance anew. I had never beheld such a visage before, nor since - one which had stared into some dark abyss and emerged alive, yet shaken, defeated to the core.

    I embarked at the behest of the Company, he began, travelling upriver to seek out one in their employ, about whom disturbing reports had begun to be heard. Remember, he said pointedly, fixing us with hollow eyes, how little explored that region was then. Now, there is, at least, that one map, crudely drawn from memory by that man - Robbins? Robin, maybe? - who spent some years there. We embarked blindly, steaming upriver, the broad expanse at river's mouth giving way inexorably, twisting, narrowing, steadily encroached by trees until we were groping our way through a green, grasping tunnel.

    For weeks, we spied no native denizens, only glimpsed the occasional rustling of leaves. Several of our number fell to disease, others to despair, but I pushed on, driven to see this benighted voyage to its conclusion. This obsession allowed for no sense of my own personal danger, until, by my calculations almost at my destination, I rounded a bend in the river and beheld a crude structure stretching from one bank to the other, crowded with those same natives who had previously kept themselves scarce. Grotesque, they were, ears elongated and upright or ponderously drooping. Some appeared to have tails, and all were brandishing sticks, which they flung at us, leaving us scrambling for cover. We passed under the bridge, if such was its engineered intent, yet still they flung their sticks, and we heard their mad howls as we steamed onwards, 'Mine's in the lead!' 'No mine!' 'Mine was first!'

    Marlow paused and took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. I arrived at last at my mission's end. I spied a lone native inhabitant sitting on a stump under a tree, eating God-alone-knew-what. I approached, apprehensive, moving slowly up the path. Still he sat, covered in shabby, threadbare fur. As I reached him, he turned his black, glassy, soulless eyes up to me and rumbled,

    'Mister Sanders, he dead.
    Tiddly pom. '


  8. Jovana Autumn Jovana Autumn says:

    I will always return to childrens' books.
    Fills me up with nostalgia of that time when you remember how everything was more simple and how you were carefree and young.

    Winne the Pooh is certanly one of the most beloved characters in all of childrens' books and cartoons. I adored him when I was little, I still have a stuffed toy of Eyeore at home(He was my favorite one along with Pooh) but I never got to read a book about him until now and I am glad I finnaly got to it because it was so precious.

    There are a lot of deeper analysis circling around the book but for now, I'd like to put that on hold and enjoy the simple and pure feelings that this book has awoken inside of me. Pretty much a 4 or 5 star read, time will tell which one is more fitting to the book for me. And now off I go to some other, bearless book.


  9. Corey Corey says:

    Anyone who gives Milne anything less than 5 stars ought to be held down and punched in the head by a horde of small, righteously indignant children.


  10. Bettie Bettie says:

    CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH REVIEW ONLY

    We were washing up after tea. Well to be more precise, the crockery was making its own way to the suds in the sink, flying through the air with just the slightest little nose wiggle from Mary.

    Mary: I have a Halloween face for my bout with fatso, do you like it?



    Bettie: haha, that'll scare Team Pooh. Seriously though Mary, how DO you rate your chances against Christopher et al, they have a lot going for them in the 'aaaaaaaaw' department.

    Mary: I have a little something up my sleeve.

    *MP gives that rigid backed and arms folded little smirk*

    Bettie: As we are alone, I'll tell you something that has always made me smirk. When I was a little girl the name for down there was always known as a Mary, so when I heard Bert sing Jolly Holiday I couldn't stop laughing.

    *MP clears her throat and brushes away some non-existent lint from the front of her jacket. And was that a slight blush?*

    Mary: Well my plan is as follows, are you listening!? On my way here I found this:



    so I said



    and when the bear is like this...



    and I'm like this...



    I shall use it!



    AND MARY POPPINS WINS AGAIN


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10 thoughts on “The Complete Tales Poems of Winnie the Pooh

  1. Paul Bryant Paul Bryant says:

    I bet if he had called it Whiney the Pooh it wouldn't be so popular...


    Aw look, out of fucking honey again, why does this always happen to meeee.... and my dealer's been arrested....and they stopped my benefits payments again ...

  2. Manny Manny says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (9) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    It was a most enjoyable picnic. Pooh was just finishing the last bit of honey and licking around the edge of the pot in a Contented Way, when he suddenly realised that he was sitting on something. Something damp and squishy. Something...

    Oh bother!! said Pooh. Drat and bother and double bother!!! I've sat on two of Rabbit's Friends and Relations! Oh, what will Christopher Robin say!

    Christopher Robin came over and examined the two former mice.

    Pooh, he said gravely, these are not Friends and Relations. They are Deadly Killer Mice From Outer Space. You are the Best Bear In The World, and you have Saved The Hundred Acre Wood.

    And Pooh had never felt so proud and happy in all his life.

  3. ·Karen· ·Karen· says:

    Celebrity Death Match Review Elimination Tournament Round 2

    The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh vs Heart of Darkness

    Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
    God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
    Ooh wasn't it funny at teatime tonight?

    There was Tigger and Owl and Kanga and Roo
    And Jozef Korzeniowski and Piglet and Pooh
    And wasn't Joe greedy? Straight from the sea
    He wolfed down the cake and left none for me.

    And Owl kept on winking and shaking his head
    But nodded and beamed when I only took bread
    Then Joe fell to the floor, clutching his tum
    And I got so frightened I called for my Mum

    But God bless Rabbit and God bless Pooh
    For whisking the crumbs away and the plate too
    And Joe looked so ill, and his face was so white
    And the doctor says that he won't last the night

    Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
    And what was the other I had to say?
    I said Bless Rabbit, so what can it be?
    Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

    Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

    (Note: No animals were injured during the making of this review)

  4. Manny Manny says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    Pooh was getting rather tired of everyone ganging up on him, and he wondered if there was some way he could grab just a couple more votes. He suddenly thought of his old friend Vikki Blows. Now if he inserted the picture here...

    Oh, help! said Pooh, as a half-dozen angry comments appeared on his screen.

    If only I hadn't-- he said, as a dozen even more angry messages turned up in his inbox.

    You see, what I meant to do, he explained, as several people unliked his review, what I meant to do--

    Of course, it was rather-- he admitted, as they all simultaneously unfriended him.

    It all comes, I suppose, he decided, as the system administrators closed down his account, it all comes of liking votes so much. Oh, help!

    But who won? asked Christopher Robin.

    Pooh did, of course! I replied. That silly old Heart of Darkness wasn't even in the story, so Pooh won by default.

    I thought so too, said Christopher Robin. I just wanted to be sure.

  5. Marvin Marvin says:

    Written for the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament

    Oh, Bother! stated the Pooh-Bear.

    What could be the matter, Pooh, Asked Christopher Robin. Haven't you counted all the bees in the hive and chased all the clouds in the sky?

    Don't quote silly Kenny Loggins songs to me. There's a bigger problem.

    Like?...

    Well. Mr. Robin. I'm supposed to fight Hamlet in the Death match semi-final. I was expecting to go mano a bearo with him. But all of a sudden these other Characters are showing up and messing up my plans.
    It's a sock puppet orgy.

    Robin looked a little embarrassed and wondered if the bear was peeking in his window last night, But he continued on.

    Why, Pooh. You must look at the positive. Don't you have lots of honey.

    Yes

    And you have your friends.

    Well, yeah but...

    It was that time Tigger, Piglet, and Eyore showed up.

    Piglet grinned. That Tolstoy was a wimp. Never worry about Vegans. One look at me and he crumbled.

    Eyore never looked happy but he was a little less unhappy than usual. I just gave Alex one kick. He'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth one octave higher for a while.

    Tigger was the happiest of all. Wow! That Hamlet was tasty. I haven't had a better meal since my gig with Siegfried and Roy.

    See, Pooh? Everyone needs friend. Now you can rest up for the final.

    And Pooh was happy. The Hundred Acre Wood was a nice place again.

  6. Whitaker Whitaker says:

    For CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH PURPOSES ONLY: The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh versus Hamlet


    Scene: Christopher Robin is reading a book. He sighs and throws it down irritably.

    Pooh: Why Goodfellow Robin, does that book displease you?

    Christopher Robin: ‘Tis a tedious tome about a prince
    Troubled by his father’s death. Unnatural
    Or so it seemed, and he, umanned by it
    Feigned a double nature to seek revenge.

    Pooh: Most tedious tome indeed, Goodfellow Robin. Mayhap some hunny might sweeten its tone?

    Christopher Robin: Alas, my tutor hath required me
    To learn my lessons from this book. And he
    Will not brook a change of tune to ‘nuther
    More pleasant to eyes and ears. Childish things
    He calls them, ill-befitting one as I
    Who though but eight be half-adult in years.
    Most out of tune will I sing, counsels he
    Unless an adult I learn to be.

    Pooh: So he seeks to adulterate you? It seems a most unnatural thing to desire. Surely a child must be but a child, for what else can he be? Ay, there’s the rub, to be a child or not to be. Come sweet Robin, we go to gather honey and thusly feign to be a bee.

    Christopher Robin tosses out the book, and goes off to Hundred Acre Wood.

    Match point: Winnie the Pooh



  7. Chris Chris says:

    For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)

    After the meal was over, we retired on deck, just at that time when evening succumbs to night, and listened while Marlow spoke of the time he abandoned the wholesome adventures of the salt seas for the convoluted mysteries of the river. As he filled his pipe, I noticed the shake of his hands and looked on his countenance anew. I had never beheld such a visage before, nor since - one which had stared into some dark abyss and emerged alive, yet shaken, defeated to the core.

    I embarked at the behest of the Company, he began, travelling upriver to seek out one in their employ, about whom disturbing reports had begun to be heard. Remember, he said pointedly, fixing us with hollow eyes, how little explored that region was then. Now, there is, at least, that one map, crudely drawn from memory by that man - Robbins? Robin, maybe? - who spent some years there. We embarked blindly, steaming upriver, the broad expanse at river's mouth giving way inexorably, twisting, narrowing, steadily encroached by trees until we were groping our way through a green, grasping tunnel.

    For weeks, we spied no native denizens, only glimpsed the occasional rustling of leaves. Several of our number fell to disease, others to despair, but I pushed on, driven to see this benighted voyage to its conclusion. This obsession allowed for no sense of my own personal danger, until, by my calculations almost at my destination, I rounded a bend in the river and beheld a crude structure stretching from one bank to the other, crowded with those same natives who had previously kept themselves scarce. Grotesque, they were, ears elongated and upright or ponderously drooping. Some appeared to have tails, and all were brandishing sticks, which they flung at us, leaving us scrambling for cover. We passed under the bridge, if such was its engineered intent, yet still they flung their sticks, and we heard their mad howls as we steamed onwards, 'Mine's in the lead!' 'No mine!' 'Mine was first!'

    Marlow paused and took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. I arrived at last at my mission's end. I spied a lone native inhabitant sitting on a stump under a tree, eating God-alone-knew-what. I approached, apprehensive, moving slowly up the path. Still he sat, covered in shabby, threadbare fur. As I reached him, he turned his black, glassy, soulless eyes up to me and rumbled,

    'Mister Sanders, he dead.
    Tiddly pom. '

  8. Jovana Autumn Jovana Autumn says:

    I will always return to childrens' books.
    Fills me up with nostalgia of that time when you remember how everything was more simple and how you were carefree and young.

    Winne the Pooh is certanly one of the most beloved characters in all of childrens' books and cartoons. I adored him when I was little, I still have a stuffed toy of Eyeore at home(He was my favorite one along with Pooh) but I never got to read a book about him until now and I am glad I finnaly got to it because it was so precious.

    There are a lot of deeper analysis circling around the book but for now, I'd like to put that on hold and enjoy the simple and pure feelings that this book has awoken inside of me. Pretty much a 4 or 5 star read, time will tell which one is more fitting to the book for me. And now off I go to some other, bearless book.

  9. Corey Corey says:

    Anyone who gives Milne anything less than 5 stars ought to be held down and punched in the head by a horde of small, righteously indignant children.

  10. Bettie Bettie says:

    CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH REVIEW ONLY

    We were washing up after tea. Well to be more precise, the crockery was making its own way to the suds in the sink, flying through the air with just the slightest little nose wiggle from Mary.

    Mary: I have a Halloween face for my bout with fatso, do you like it?



    Bettie: haha, that'll scare Team Pooh. Seriously though Mary, how DO you rate your chances against Christopher et al, they have a lot going for them in the 'aaaaaaaaw' department.

    Mary: I have a little something up my sleeve.

    *MP gives that rigid backed and arms folded little smirk*

    Bettie: As we are alone, I'll tell you something that has always made me smirk. When I was a little girl the name for down there was always known as a Mary, so when I heard Bert sing Jolly Holiday I couldn't stop laughing.

    *MP clears her throat and brushes away some non-existent lint from the front of her jacket. And was that a slight blush?*

    Mary: Well my plan is as follows, are you listening!? On my way here I found this:



    so I said



    and when the bear is like this...



    and I'm like this...



    I shall use it!



    AND MARY POPPINS WINS AGAIN

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