“This is my poem all about bears.
It’s not about chickens. It’s not about pears.
It’s not about clumsily tumbling downstairs.
In fact, as I noted, it’s all about bears.
The first part’s about a grizzly and panda
taking high tea on a random veranda.
The next part’s about a white bear most polar
angrily suffering an impacted molar.
Part three is a summary, koala included.
If you look for a horse, you’ll be sadly deluded.
So that is my poem all about bears.
Next week I shall make one up about chairs.”