A Poem By
An Attorney Sticking Up For
Maligned Brown Bears
There are poems About Brown Bears —walking on two feet— —eating cookies— There are scenes: A murderous Brown Bear Devouring little girls With pony tails And flowered dresses These poems are bad Bad for Brown Bears Bad for their character Bad for their reputation Brown Bears resent “Brown Bear” poems And demand the substitution Of “Polar” or “Black” Or “Dwarf” or “not-real” Or “surely not a Brown Bear” For Brown Bear In all these poems Brown Bears are easy-going But they feel they are Unjustly maligned And they peacefully ask For retribution. Yours truly, Brown Bears
You May Say This Is Prose But It Is Not.
It Is Brown Bear Poetry.
I have a friend Who is a Brown Bear He is thick And he 1eads me to The cookie jar He likes mud-pies And molasses And standing On just two feet Sometimes he walks The day away And when I come home From a stay at school He smiles and Hands me a wet cookie He puts a big pad On my shoulder Saying Brown Bear things to me And I feel good. Knowing that BROWN BEAR is happy And my friend
Brown Bear’s Relationship With Little Girls
Little Susie is three And wears flowered dresses And black shoes Little Susie is three And romps down the hall Her pony tails flailing Her face wrapped up In a grin Little Susie is three And has made friends With BROWN BEAR He holds her On his lap And messes her hair Three-year-old Susie Sticks her fingers up BROWN BEAR’s snout And pulls his hair BROWN BEAR only Rolls his eyes Little Susie is three But will not be four
Brown Bear Baking
As our relationship grew BROWN BEAR took it upon himself To do All the cooking All the eating And all the dishes afterwards Thanks to BROWN BEAR The apartment was ordered And except for traces of BROWN BEAR shedding The furnishings were spotless It was easy to see That I was completely satisfied And once After a large meal (BROWN BEAR had had) I asked him: “Do Brown Bears void in the woods?” BROWN BEAR removed his apron And tossed his baking cap on the counter He put his paws On either side of his bulky torso And he said: “I slave all day In this shoe-box apartment, I never go out I have no friends I want a career I want fulfillment I want boo, hoo And you can say that to me?” And then BROWN BEAR Broke down and truly cried He ran into his room And slammed the door I heard his bed springs complain As he flung his body down I cleaned off the table And later, When I walked past BROWN BEAR’s den I heard him hibernating
Brown Bear Dilemma
One day BROWN BEAR Was depressed Big tears ran out of his eyes And matted his thick brown fur BROWN BEAR sighed And a big paw rubbed The space between his droopy ears “What’s the matter BROWN BEAR?” I asked him. BROWN BEAR only shook his head He hid his eyes under his paws “It’s nothing,” BROWN BEAR said. I stroked BROWN BEAR’s big shoulder “Of course there’s something Bothering you, BROWN BEAR Why else would you be so glum?” BROWN BEAR raised his head But only stared at his limp paws. “It can’t be all that bad,” I said. “I ate Susie,” BROWN BEAR sobbed. “Little Susie?” I groaned. BROWN BEAR’s face collapsed Into his thick furry arms I got up and paced the room “We have a problem, BROWN BEAR.”
Brown Bear Gets The Chair
BROWN BEAR looked small In the chair The hood covered his face And his ears stuck out Of two cut holes BROWN BEAR clenched And then unclenched And then clenched His paws BROWN BEAR said: “I don’t want to die.” “Of course not,” Said the pale man And then he Dropped the switch I looked away As the electricity Snapped BROWN BEAR Tufts of brown hair Crackled in the air And BROWN BEAR Gasped Even after the power was off No one would go near The BROWN BEAR