Pouting Polly
Polly Esther finds her vesture positively snoring.
Even worse, her purse looks like a tile of kitchen flooring.
She’s not enthused about her shoes whose hues are lacking flair,
And swears a hairless bear would never dare the ware she wears.
Now Loafing Lester is a bear who fares to live near there.
He sniffed and caught a whiff of someone brooding in the air.
Lester isn’t hairy and but nominally scary.
He is however weary of consuming boysenberries.
Our Lester found poor Polly Esther sulking by a tree.
He stared, and wondered that she didn’t scare or try to flee.
Dear Polly should have run but had resolved she wasn’t done
With mopey frowns of ho-hum gowns and dresses not finespun.
The bear, who didn’t care about her pout or what was fair,
Decided then and there to have his supper medium rare.
Robert Nachtegall is an operations director in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He has also published in The Imaginative Conservative and Agape Review.
Alliterarily fairly scary, Robert, but, shareararily, very merrily appreciated, and exceptionally clever as well. 🙂