So there was this Mama bear
Who’d, each day, tear her hair 😀
Why, you may wonder…
But Ah. She be a Mama bear, remember? 😎
And them bears, particular the Mama sort
Do nothing, but cuddle, and then sneakily snort 🙂
She be nice, and all that jazz
Coolest Mama, her cubs, they say, they has 😛
Now Mama bear’s little cub
He be bherry fond of de pub 😉
Not the honey, as her bigger one
The golu molu rolu polu, nearly one tonne! 😛
The Cubs now know who they be
And are likely to get real tetchy. 😆
Mama bear has none but thems
To weave a write, for they be her precious gems 😛
(Reading the above lines, they be sure to blow kisses
Instead of brickbats that could be near misses) 😀
But seriously, tetchy is she
When she don’t get her morning tea! 
When there be those who sit and Judges
As if they be Solomon’s courtiers, or their smudges 😡
When Mama bear, she thinks of these
She be liverish, she be wanting, them, to seize 👿
And box their ears, perhaps, looking grumpy
Sometimes, pinch their arms, seeming crabby 😈
But all to naught
For she know, she not ought 🙄
She be Mama bear, not just to her cubs
But to all, for Mama bears, they all, do much much lubbs 😛
So if you do think her Cross, Fractious, irascible
Remember, it could be thee, not her that’s just irritable! 😈
She?
Tetchy? 🙄
Nyet. Non. Nevah.
She’s so goddamned clevah! ❤
You wouldn’t spot her so!
You’d just be caught out, being a Bozo! 😆
1 April, 2017, for 2 April, 2017
Day#2 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017
This one creams it, it terms of sheer nonsense, fun and wicked wicked references. You all know who you be 😛 😛 Yenjaaiii! ~ Mama Bear 😛
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 