Well, I've managed it, a new poem. OK, though it's an old idea, it's a new poem.
It's called
How to Avoid Being Eaten By A Bear
In the shop on the camp he sells bells.
Ask him why and he solemnly tells,
“They’re for scaring the bears.”
At least that’s what he swears.
It’s uncertain how many he sells.
But beware when approaching a bear,
There are different types lurking there
Some are Grizzly, some brown ,
And he warns, with a frown,
That the Grizzly the bells will not scare.
So out in the woods look for sign
Of how local bears like to dine
Check their faecal remains
For those small bells on chains
If you find them, the bears are malign.
Moses editing
4 hours ago
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