Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Uncle Beary


Uncle Beary
by Lord R.e. Taylor

Uncle Beary will be back
He went to get a picnic basket
Searching all of Yellowstone
Trying to find someone not watching
He may come back with only one
He may come back with a dozen
Ranger Snyhte may be up his butt
So, he may never get back
But that is fine with me
I have my own picnic baskets
That is, unless he finds them
Then I may miss him
Just a little bit

© Poem – XXI/VIII/MMXXV
LRET


 

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