Polar Bowling - Poem by Emily Wimetal
It used to be that polar bears
went bowling, just for grins,
with snowballs for their bowling balls
and penguins as the pins.
The bears would have a blast
with all the snowballs that they threw.
The penguins weren't as happy;
that's the only time they flew.
So penguins all moved south and now
they're at the other pole.
Well, wouldn't you move far away
if bears used you to bowl?
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