Day 2

POEm

Homie was such a mighty bear that he was made the king
Of all the animals in the Woods and nearly Everything
All the creatures loved him so for he was good and wise
Sorting predator from prey and discerning truth from lies
Benevolence and nobility were Homie's stock in trade
Anyone will tell you he's the "Best Bear Ever Made"
So Homie was quite unprepared when he finally met his match
In form of little furball who would hiss and bite and scratch
She goes by Poe, don't you know, a haughty grey-haired cat
Meowing for attention yet saying "Don't look at me like that."
She ran away his very first day, getting him in poo
Plotting havoc against the bear and laughing at him, too
All she does is be's real bad, pretending to be dumb
But if you're ever mad at her she moons you with her bum
Homie Bear tried to reason, to obtain her loyalty
But Poe refused to recognize any non-her royalty
Homie finally realized he was no longer ruler of the land
Instead of King, Homie now was third place in command