'Twas naught I could do

Hiding by the loo

To stop the bear

All covered in hair

Riding a llama down the hall.

He broke bottles and jars

Filled the sink with toy cars

He ate all the bacon

And Pa's model Kraken

He wrote rude words on the wall.

I mourned for weeks after

For the bacon-less larder

The cans of whale blubber

Torn right asunder

And the poorly-rhymed verses I wrote.

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