aristonaut

HEY! YOU! Some new poetic oddites....




Bear necessitys.

Every bear must wear his trousers.
To hid their bear arousers!
A shirt too.
Neat and suited,
Polish booted.

for the modern forest is a sophisticated place.
Money being time.
It must be spent in the pursuit of its self.
As dog chases tail.
Spin, spin, spin.
The result?
Ouch or fail!

So bear, wear your suit .
Be bare and the law will give pursuit!
Because;To be a modern bear,
you have to be more than just hirsute !



The pique of poetry.

Get the poison form a throne
His only one
His thornily one
His poet piquant
Tounged in
Age wearing words
And Word weary worlds


Get the air from his bones
Flesh hung
Hand wrung
Pricked blood pumping
Bathed in
Ear weary thought
ire sound thoughts