I learned the hard way that real bears aren’t like Winnie the Pooh.
I decided to pet one and I soon learned it was a stupid thing to do.
When I tried to pet him, he bit off my hand.
I can no longer drive a taxi so I was canned.
I thought that all bears were like Winnie the Pooh, kind and gentle.
When my wife learned that I lost my hand and job, she went mental.
My wife used to be understanding and sweet, we used to laugh and cuddle.
As she walked out the door, I kicked her in the butt and she landed in a mud puddle.
She didn’t want a man with no job and no hand so she decided to leave.
But getting a swift kick in the butt wasn’t something she expected to receive.
If you’ve seen Child’s Play, you’ll understand that my wife has the temper of Chucky.
Losing my hand and job caused me to lose that witch so I guess that I’m pretty lucky.
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Wow! randyjohnson I am impressed by your rhythm in this poem. I’ve noticed in some of your earlier works that it seemed off, but I think you’ve found it in this poem! Great job
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