Once there was a bear
in a wood I found
That would have ate me
If I didn't shoot him
Square in the muzzle
with my rainbow buckshot:
Red, brown, black and
That bear died there
So I named him,
Not the hues I made;
Earthly, deathly, hollow,
but I called his cooling corpse
Roy G. Biv the bear.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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