The Polar Bear
The polar bear sat by the hole he had made in the frozen ice
patiently he waited for something really tasty and nice.
A baby seal jumped through the hole to fill its lungs with air
shaking the water from its bright red sweater it sat next to the bear.
“It’s nice of you to join me young seal I’m about to have some supper.”
“How kind of you Mr Polar Bear could we begin with a cuppa? ”
“We’ll begin with a seafood delight and it’s wearing a bright red sweater.”
The seal gulped and said, “Let’s not be hasty, I know of something better.”
“Now then seal what could be better than a seal in a bright red sweater”?
“Oh, I know of a scrumptious delicacy in the sea that is so much better.”
“And I suppose this delight is just swimming around on the ocean floor? ”
“Of course not Mr Bear, it’s in a sunken ship, hiding behind a door.
It’s mouth wateringly juicier, much sweeter, larger and tender,
I’ll invite it for supper, now that’s the best offer I can render? ”
“I’m not falling for that old trick; I could end up without my supper? ”
“But Mr Bear as a guarantee, I’ll leave you with my new sweater.
It will fit you like a glove and the colour will suit you much better.”
The Polar Bear liked this idea and placed over his head the sweater.
After pulling and tugging it got stuck, so that he couldn’t see.
“Goodbye, ” shouted the seal as he escaped, “sorry I can’t stop for tea.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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