Poem: The bear and his hair

One day there was a bear,

He had to cut his hair.

In his face, the hair did fall

He couldn't see at all.

He bumped into a tree,

So he decided to see

The barber Mr Bond

of whom he was quite fond.

Mr Bond, he wasn't there!

The bear looked everywhere.

But as he looked around

The fair, it was in town!

Mr Bond, he always went

To the big circus tent.

Mr Bond was at the fair

So he couldn't cut bear's hair.

The bear he then went home

He hadn't got a comb

He couldn't go to the fair

With really messy hair.

And so on the next day

The fair had gone away

So he went to Mr Bond

And then his hair was goned.

Comments

Bear

Hey Darling, What do you call Bears with no ears?
B !!!!!! .............Thats a joke from Uncle Ben!!!

Ha ha ha

Hi Nana

That's very funny!

Love you bye