Defenestration of the Polar Bears
What ho! as the first one flies over the snow
landing in ice not two miles below.
Shout hey! and a heave, and the next one’s away
as the contestants all try to break records today.For lo! the ballista must be set up just so
the angle of takeoff is crucial, you know.
But wait! that’s not all that determines the fate
of the fabled and prized golden crown that’s at stake.For an event like this one comes but once every year.
And could ne’er be held somewhere other than Here.
Where the cold Arctic weather is simply sublime
and the polar bears line up one at a time.What’s that you say? “Inhumane?” Balderdash!
Evolution protects bears from this sort of crash.
And with the padded helmets that we distribute,
there’s only once been an ursine lawsuit.So let’s sing! as the next bear flies off with a zing
propelled from the catapult’s powerful fling.
Let us cheer—hip hooray! at the end of the day
for the polar bears soaring out over the bay!
Part of NaNoWriMo Penance. This title was donated by Chris L.
Inspired by Winnie-the-Pooh and Dr. Seuss.