Can any poets tell me if this (short) poem is an epistle or not?

Question:He was here, that bear
Blue Mac, red chowder head hat
An ickle bickle furry flasher
Fond of marmalade and fwuffy cat
Sometimes covered, other times brasher

To Teddy it now matters little
Of whether or not we are tittled
You see, he’s gone away
Left his slicker and hat astray
On the streets, in the dark, in the pouring rain
I fear we will never see him again

Off he goes through the London fog
A four-and-a-half inch ghost
Haunting wet streets in search for a Penny
Along the sea-whipped English coast

Those nights when the fog horn blows
People say they've seen him, sans clothes
In front of a light house beam
Opening his coat for all to see
We hardly knew ye, Teddy

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: He was here, that bear
Blue Mac, red chowder head hat
An ickle bickle furry flasher
Fond of marmalade and fwuffy cat
Sometimes covered, other times brasher

To Teddy it now matters little
Of whether or not we are tittled
You see, he’s gone away
Left his slicker and hat astray
On the streets, in the dark, in the pouring rain
I fear we will never see him again

Off he goes through the London fog
A four-and-a-half inch ghost
Haunting wet streets in search for a Penny
Along the sea-whipped English coast

Those nights when the fog horn blows
People say they've seen him, sans clothes
In front of a light house beam
Opening his coat for all to see
We hardly knew ye, Teddy

I don't know an epistle from a pistol. not really. i guess if so many people are reading it than maybe yes. i don't know defined Poetry style either. I also don't see a da^^^^ed thing funny about it. But i do know a pistol of a poem when i read it.

you're right,
i didn't know him, but i loved
him in that ickel way.
Your pistol makes me sadder
than i could ever say.
i miss his humor and his purple penny mole
in the most horrendous way.
i wish they hadn't left us here alone,
and had never gone astray.
whatever made them do it
disappoints me everyday.
for not calling them to come back,
this time to stay.
Last i saw him, he was a post-box
before that, in a mankini
looking so happy and gay - not in that way.
it was the way he sent himself off i guess
it isn't as much fun anymore on Y/A
it is very sad i cry, come back, I'll pay.

I only have snake dollars though. $13.58.

2 o'clock meds. sorry for the long answer.

You diluted me Guinness with tears this time...

Still laughing! (Thoroughly enjoyed your 'sea-whipped English coast".) "An epistle", I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

I don't know if it's an epistle -- but I just about did from laughing. This is funny!

Yeah, we hardly knew him.
Yet we missed him..... atleast I did!

The Funny ickle bickly fwuffy bear with a lot of dictionary crammed into his head.
He has a way with words and i strongly admire him.
The heck, where is the spirit of the team?
Cos I still got a Penny left.

I can already imagine it with music: ''Penfold: The Musical''. I'm trembling with emotion.

Alas poor Penfold, the world was just too much.

Your poem was very touchy feely I stroked it with my grey matter and smacked the bear for flirting with the cat.
Anyhow the cat was a myth he hates large cats as they scare his pants off.
He's thinks he is an entrepreneur too so he doesn't think he is poor at all but he is richer for knowing you lot on Yahpoo.

i don't know. but i loved him too. i'm all the way with boo on this one. we were a great team even though i hardly understood a word he or moley ever said. i miss super squirrel cage too. we were good together until our bi-polarness got out of hand. god knows we all tried but bi-polar is tough to beat.