Bears and Garbage
The two do not mix together
They are familiar now forever
How do we separate?
One part ammonia, Noise adds
Part two, part three is very sad
Bear and gun, final fate.
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No animal was harmed before, or during the writing of this poem.
However, the thoughts are running through my head for the after,
out of sheer frustration. I won't kill it though, or maybe I will? With my bare hands? Hmmm? :)
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: "Tail-Rhyme"
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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