Part 2: Bear Sting

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This is part 2 of a 9 part series of poems about a fantasy world in which I get stuck. The animals speak, and are generally unhelpful while I try to find a way to get home.



They were all written when I was in my mid to late teens and were received well by my friends at the time. I just thought it would be nice to get them out to a wider audience.

Submitted: September 05, 2017

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Part 2

Bear Sting

 

As I wandered

Through the trees

I saw a cloud

It was a swarm of bees

 

It buzzed around

And made a noise

That made me think

Of scalextrix toys

 

A talking mongoose

Sauntered by

Whistling loudly

It caught my eye

 

It shouted at me

For staring so

I said sorry

And in a voice so low

 

Muttered deeply

To myself

That mongoose talks

It could have its own show

 

A chat show maybe

Or even a quiz

To replace Chris Tarrant

The job’d be his

 

Then a small idea

Came to my mind

To star in a movie

The first if its kind

 

A long haired mongoose

In the lead role

A film about corn flakes

Poured in a bowl

 

Ten minutes on

Still standing there

When into my vision

Lumbered a bear

 

The bear said nothing

And climbed up a tree

And all of a sudden

Got stung by a bee

 

The poor bear yelled

And scrabbled for grip

Fell into quicksand

Then sunk like a ship

 

I examined the sand

And saw small people

They were waving and pointing

At a church steeple

 

And on the tower

I did plainly spy

A small brown bear

With a sting in his thigh

 

The sand was squashy

And lumpy too

It felt like plasticine

In my shoe

 

I tested the depth

With a big long stick

It stopped in the middle

So I gave it a kick

 

It moved a little

But not enough

So I waggled it around

And was downright rough

 

It finally broke

So now I had two

I threw one away

And went to the loo

 

When I came back

Something bounced off a tree

It hit me on the head

But I couldn’t see

 

I had fallen in the quicksand

And couldn’t get out

‘I could just reach the stick’

I thought with some doubt

 

And then I sunk further

And dropped out of a cloud

I thought of the mongoose

His whistling so loud

 

I decided to stop

So I pulled on some brakes

I landed in a field

By a cluster of lakes

 

This world was all right

I thought to myself

No national healthcare

But fields and wealth

 

I jumped on a train

And headed for town

I stopped at the church

When a fog came down

 

The church was tall

Couldn’t see much more

I knew the bear was up there

I’d seen him before

 

So I went the see the vicar

To ask about the spire

He ushered me away

Threatening with fire

 

He ate a fruit cake

Which he shoved down his neck

Then the whole world shuddered

As the bear hit the deck

 

The bee sting had gone

And the bear was so happy

He’d made a small parachute

From an old nappy

 

As he sailed down

He saw his mistake

So he let himself freefall

What a risk to take

 

When the dust cloud had gone

The bear suddenly cheered

He’d seen his friend mongoose

I thought ‘that’s weird’

 

For all this time

I never knew they had met

When all along

They were having a bet

 

To see who could make it

And be famous still,

The bear was a stuntman

The mongoose owned a mill

 

I was stuck in this world

But I didn’t care

The bear was quite friendly

He let me live in his lair.


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