Bear In There

There's a polar bear
In our Frigidaire-
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there-
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

by Shel Silverstein

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Comments (5)

I love this, going insane with longing perhaps? well written my friend,10 Lynda xx
What is behind- or above- the deep skies through the metaphoric idea of the eyes can make lose reason and lead to insanity. A deep density of thoughts....... once again! 10
Various interpretations can be put to this poem, but perhaps that was the post's purpose? I liked it's succintness.
As she tossed back her tawny mane her eyes drive the nightingale wildly insane. Those eyes can do that Shiraz! ! *10* Friend Thad
so simple, yet so complexed