Bear Convention
I dreamt
I was a big success
a public speaker
much sought after
I was in such high demand
forever invited
to travel the world
One day I was
up north in Nunavut
that’s not too far
from the North Pole
I stepped up to the podium
I looked out at everyone
I froze
unable to
get a word out
I got the giggles
and couldn’t stop
The old tip of imagining
your audience in the buff
always worked for me
so here I had in front of me
sitting ever so quietly
one hundred bare bears
wide eyed
just looking at me
waiting to be
let in
on what
was
so funny
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 17, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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