“This is my poem all about bears.

It’s not about chickens. It’s not about pears.

It’s not about clumsily tumbling downstairs.

In fact, as I noted, it’s all about bears.

The first part’s about a grizzly and panda

taking high tea on a random veranda.

The next part’s about a white bear most polar

angrily suffering an impacted molar.

Part three is a summary, koala included.

If you look for a horse, you’ll be sadly deluded.

So that is my poem all about bears.

Next week I shall make one up about chairs.”