There’s a bear in the kitchen

He’s ever so rude

He’s drinking my milk

And he’s eating my food

He’s broken the table

He’s broken a chair

And most every surface

Is covered in hair

He’s smashed off the lock

That was once on the door

He’s ruined the curtains

And pooed on the floor

The fridge he ripped open

Stuff strewn all about

I’ve nothing for dinner

He’s eaten my trout

When this one is gone

I will do some repairs

Fit a strong door

To repel wild bears

But should they get in

Their work will be harder

I’ll store all my food

In a solid steel larder

© John W Fenn 06-12-2009