Stripped Down Bear

My little bear, sweet and cuddly
A two-villain of cunning supreme
Can you keep from giving a squeeze?
But he'll do worse than you'd dream

Wary, leering and fearing I stay
Snuggled up close to velvety fur
Can't get away, no real escape
I'm unavoidably comfortable here

Strip away the plush covering
Pick at any stitching you see
Once the trappings and cute are gone
You'll see all that is left....

...is me.

The End

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