Authors notes: I
wrote this creative poem for both fun and to fill a request of one of my friends, to make a poem on polar bears.
The Polar Bear never
makes his bed
He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.
He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet
Except the rain and snow and sleet.
He drifts about in a white icy flow
While cold winds howl and blow
As the temperature drops to thirty below.
The Polar Bear never makes his bed
The blanket he pulls up over his head
Is lined with soft and feathery snow.
If ever he rose and turned on the light,
He would find the world to be a bathtub of white
As the icebergs floats through the gray winter night.
He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.
He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet
Except the rain and snow and sleet.
He drifts about in a white icy flow
While cold winds howl and blow
As the temperature drops to thirty below.
The Polar Bear never makes his bed
The blanket he pulls up over his head
Is lined with soft and feathery snow.
If ever he rose and turned on the light,
He would find the world to be a bathtub of white
As the icebergs floats through the gray winter night.
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