The Zonkey And The Grolar Bear - Poem by Stephen Katona
'Please don't eat me, '
Said the Zonkey,
To the Grolar Bear,
'I'm far too rare.
Just like you,
I'm an unusual brew.
Even a donkey,
Looks at me,
A little queerly.
We could be best chums,
And play bongo drums.'
'I'll not disagree, '
Said the Bear to the Zonkey,
'It's just that I'm so hungry! '
'You can't catch me, '
Cried the Zonkey,
'You never will, '
As he sped down the hill.
The Grolar Bear gave pursuit,
Choosing the most direct route,
Hoping for a casserole,
But fell into a muddy hole.
Stuck fast in the sludge,
He couldn't budge.
It sure did stink,
Worse, he began to sink.
'Please help, ' said the Grolar Bear,
To the Zonkey, 'Have a care.'
'You're a little overweight,
You shouldn't put so much on your plate, '
Said the Zonkey, whose heart was kind,
As he threw branches at the bear's behind.
A twig brought tears to a Grolar eye,
'What are you doing? ' he said with a sigh,
Said the Zonkey.
When sticks were far and wide,
'Lie down, ' the Zonkey cried.
On a raft, our Grolar crawled,
Until at the edge he sprawled.
'You rescued me from this silt,
Oh, how my heart is full of guilt, '
Said the Grolar Bear, 'Please become,
My lifelong best chum.'
Our Zonkey taught a Grolar to fish,
To never be short of a dish,
While a Grolar kept a Zonkey safe from harm,
With solid muscles on each arm.
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