Mr Frisby had a grizzly
but the bear was in a tizzy,
felt his fur was way too frizzy,
all the frizzy made him dizzy
and his chin was fuzzy wuzzy.
“Don’t you stress,” said Mr Frisby,
“we can sort this in a jiffy”,
gave the bear a quick shampooey
(gosh, the soap was really whiffy –
made Bear smell all fruity-wooty).
He trimmed his fur and shaved his chinny,
combed his tail and rubbed his tummy,
said “It’s time for beddy-weddy”,
popped him in a snazzy onesy,
tucked him in and gave him kissy.
Mr Frisby had a grizzly.
Did it give him back a kissy?
Did it hunker down for sleepy?
Did it let him stroke and pet him?
No, it bared its teeth and ate him.
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Jane Lovell is an award-winning poet who lives in North Devon on the edge of the Valley of Rocks. She is best known for her eco-poetry about animals, wild places, and the curious ways humans fit into nature. Her latest collection, Tipping Point, is published by Night River Wood.
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