Poetry pocalypse bear
I can bearly stand it
This rapscallion bandit
All the vegetation is poison
Hungry people would eat a moist ton
The Revenant taught us to fear a bear
But I'm not sure if Hollywood has ever really been there
Deep in the woods with nothing to eat
Running from cannibals like my best friend Pete.
He'd rather be swimming or have a V8
But to go back to normal now? Nah, it's too late
So fear is your friend, it's right every time
And it for sure is easy to rhyme