The Limerick of The Deer-Bear
We had waited for weekend to camp
for us boys in the woods we would tramp
with our packs on our backs
gummy bears in our sacks
with flashlights as our only lamp.
Hunting the odd and mysterious
no adult was taking us serious
in search of the Deer-Bear
hiding in its dark lair
this mean man eater was furious.
So deep into the backyard at night
our tent and trees were our only sight
rustle stirs our mood
noise coming from our food
both of us covered out heads in fright.
Seeing paw-hoove shadow through nylon
a thud from tripping on our tie-on
the tent zipper unzip
our courage takes a dip
grab each others shoulder to cry on.
My sister laughs to see us cower
pack up and head inside to shower
Deer-Bear till the next time
immortalize in rhyme
the magnificence of your power.