Freedom
It was the first warm morning of spring
And a naughty thought occurred to Bobby Bear.
This day, when he’d dress himself,
He would not don his underwear.
He knew that folks in town might frown…
Some would even think him rude…
If they found that underneath his fur,
Bobby Bear was totally nude.
Bobby took his worry and put it behind
As he strode confidently out of his lair.
He was the first to “go commando”
And felt free…a life without any care.
Smiling and waving at all he met,
Bobby enjoyed the breeze between his thighs.
This feeling of grizzly emancipation
Was, for him, an unexpected surprise.
This was the way that Bobby spent his day,
As he went about completing his chores.
He needed to restock his pantry shelves,
Foraging the town’s root and berry stores.
Running errands had become an adventure.
Bobby displayed a roguish twinkle in his eye
As he visited all of all the usual shops
Securing essentials that he needed to buy.
When finally Bobby’s shopping was done
And he’d purchased his last bit of honeycomb,
He called upon his bear-friend, Bernice,
Before turning his amble towards home.
Reunions, after a long winter’s nap
Were always warm and comfortably rosy.
At once Bernie noticed a bit of a change…
Bobby seemed so much more cozy.
He had “the devil” in his big brown eyes
And Bobby’s sweet kiss seemed to linger.
A change from her reserved, shy friend…
Berniece liked this new loving demeanor.
What happened next, I cannot say.
As a gentleman, I must exercise discretion.
Our friends rolled in the moist spring hay…
Additional details,… well, I cannot mention.
There must be a moral to this story told…
Maybe our lives would be much brighter
If we weren’t slaves to conformity
And we wore our undies a little less tighter.
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Hair
Hair in my sink.
Unfair… I think.
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Optimism
Needless to say…
Tomorrow is always another day.
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