2011 - Day 352

In the wake of the mistake
That I made on the lake
An unfortunate event
That I cannot retake,

We were stationed out there
No worries, no cares
But what would you know
Here comes a polar bear,

Now on our small boat
While we sit and we float
I think to myself
How nice a fur coat!

So I pull out my gun
Wait for big bear to come
Then I shoot him down
Until he is done,

Then I drag him on board
And tie him with cord
Then I hack him up
With Arthurs lost sword,

Unfortunately
The bear turns out to be
Hairy naked Santa --
No more Christmas for me.