Sunday, December 27, 2009

Shel Silverstein

There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
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.
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare.
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Frigiditydaire

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