One of the things said in some places in AA, drinking is like making love with a gorilla (or maybe a bear). You are not done making love until the gorilla is done. I believe this poem partly came from my recall of that saying. This is actually funny, isn't it? Maybe you have to be alcoholic to have this kind of humor in you.
Hugging The Bear
Hugging the brown bear
is not recommended in
the campers' guide books.
You need to get God's
own drunk to do something like
hugging the brown bear.
If you hug the bear
you will end up smelling like
bear sweat (do bears sweat?)
and maybe thinking
you should eat huckleberries
and salmon, raise cubs.
July 16, 2010 7:38 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.