I Shot Yogi Bear

(This is a fictional poem)

My wife and I were sitting on a blanket that we laid on the grass.
Yogi Bear tried to steal our picnic basket so I shot him in the ___.
He grabbed the picnic basket and started to run.
That's when I nailed him in the ___ with my gun.
He steals picnic baskets when he's only supposed to eat berries and nuts.
You'll recognize him if you see him because he's the bear with a bald butt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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