here's a cruel and horrid story
it is gonna make you sad
about the beast who loved to feast
on baskets to be had
his moniker was yogi
and his home was jellystone
he roamed the woods collecting goods
becoming widely known
and the tourists never minded
when he came to steal their food
he would enchant and good will, grant
and never was he rude
but strife erupts in nature
and diseases can be caught
and when they hit, things change a bit
and tempers can run hot
and rabies found poor yogi
and quite quickly he went mad
and he waylaid the tourist trade
oh what a time he had
he used to eat their baskets
full of meat and fruit and bread
now full of hate, he simply ate
the picnickers instead
he even ate poor boo boo
should have heard that small bear plead
he said "please don't, the ranger won't...
appreciate this deed"
and the ranger didn't like it
but he had a job to do
and though no fun, he took his gun
and blasted him till through
a crowd then gathered 'round him
and the ranger then declared
"although unplanned, he's deader than...
the average sort of bear"
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