Beware of Mama Bear
My Mama told me, "Don't get Lippy!"
"Better back up, and I mean Skippy!"
Scrunched up eyes, bloodshot Red,
Punched two teeth, from my Head!
I joined a Cult, became a Hippy!
I quit the Cult, Death fouled the air,
But, who do you think was standing there?
She used to only harp,
Now, with claws razor sharp,
Defending her Cub, was Mama Bear!
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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