Ode To Polar Bears

Floating out there somewhere, on an isle of ice,

Polar bears, big and fluffy, hairy, white and nice,

Although their hair is white, they have skin of black,

And even though they look cute, sometimes they attack,

It’s a common misconception held by many fools,

That polar bears, like humans, can use simple tools,

Some say that the bears kill prey with blocks of ice,

But such a fact, in fact, is not in fact precise,

Other say that these bears face almost certain death,

That they’re running out of habitat like they’re running out of breath,

Unfortunately that’s true as the polar caps all melt,

And poachers poach their poacher’s prey and take another pelt,

Slaughtered in their homeland, massacre on the glaciers,

They were killed with swords and guns, with bows and lethal lasers,

Poor mammal beasts, hulking beasts of white,

We may have to bid their species, a final, warm good night,

I write slam poetry, but sometimes, I like to write little ditties as well. Like this one. Much different from my usual poetry, but why not share? Because honestly, Polar Bears are really cool. Check out an example of my slam poetry here:

http://derekberry.wordpress.com/2011/07/25/poem-skinny-dipping-with-strangers/

Enjoy!

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