Poem no. 20: Bear in There

He’s nibbling the noodles, he’s munching the rice.

He’s slurping the soda, he’s licking the ice.

And he lets out a roar, when you open the door.

And it gives me a scare, to know he’s in there.

That polary bear, in our frigididare.

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