Don'T Poke the Sleeping Bear-
I came across a sleeping bear;
Wild in the forest, while we were camping there;
My father and camp instructor always shared;
They often said never poke a sleeping bear;
But alas I didn’t listen, as I picked up a stick…
I began sticking the snoring, sleeping bear
Laughing in delight, I turned around in fright
For I screamed and hollered there was mommy, BEAR
7/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
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