Little Bear
Always staring...
Scaring us with his piercing glare,
I am, of course, talking,
About my sinister Little Bear.
"So soft and cute!",
My friends would all say,
Unaware of the mischief he gets up to,
Each and everyday.
Last week he stole father's money,
And attacked our neighbour's cat,
This week he hit our little dog;
With my brother's baseball bat!
No one knows why,
My little bear is so bitter and cruel,
So you better run away, or find a disguise...
.... Before he comes after you.
The End
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Little Bear, which
was posted on Nov 25, 2008 by
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