Bear In the Kitchen

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