Sonnet: Bear at the Mall
Tis great when panda shakes prodigiously; A panda sans a big caboose can't tame The int'rest of the crowd amassed to see The straining fabric give away the game.
Not so this bear, now bared broad pelt of black With white around the thighs split through the jeans; Exposèd thus, the seam seems somewhat slack To fell the denim clothes, but oh! That scene!
Black claws do clutch a penny tight as red Across his face does creep; for now there hangs A snake immense that causes most to shriek: "The panda there is hung, for real, he bangs!"
So please do never stoop to pick at coins With six and twenty inches squeezed in loins.