by Lerk
I'd be a Grizzly Bear, with a limp
cute and cuddly-looking
until you crossed too close
then, wham! off flies your head
in a southerly direction
while your body still points North
I'd be a Grizzly Bear, with a limp
all furry and sweet and nice
until you spammed or threatened me
then you'd better book
while you still have feet.
the last pair hang on my mantle.
I'd be a Grizzly Bear, with a limp
just to be fair, the gait
would give a moment's head start
to give both you and I a chance
to reconsider your approaching doom.
Lerk
(non-rhyming poems are, oddly, harder for me.)
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