April continues on with it's National Poetic Waxings! Let's see what you've got tonight!
There once was a bear from KoL,
who tripped balls so hard it was hell
on his social life,
so with no girlfriend or wife,
he just hoarded meat and stuff to sell!
Pollywolly the passed-out stoner bear
Always using mushrooms in her lair
Says the blue ones are the most rare
She rolls them up and snorts them with care
Even though they are gooey and stick in her hair
Duuude, mushrooms will sooo take you there.
Outside of Pollywolly's cave
Under the tall tree sits her stoner friend Dave
Together, when Pollywolly wakes up they will go to a rave
Pollywolly likes Dave because he is cool
So Pollywolly shares her shrooms 'cause she's no tool
You, however are very uncool
Can't have none of Pollywolly's shrooms, it's the rule.
Here, have some cocaine instead, mule.
Exist? Of course it exists- what year is it, fool?
Dave and Pollywolly are celebrating with shrooms, the winter holiday- Yule.
Except its a bad batch of shrooms, and with the dealer they're gonna have to duel.
Later, though, cause now they're on a bad trip- kickin' it old school.
If they make it out they're going to rule
Crappy mushrooms because they got left out in the pool.
Be careful if you go out in the woods today
Everywhere you will find mushrooms, a full array
As Pollywolly and Dave harvest their crop to stay
Really prepared for the passed-out teddy bear picnic- hooray!
My Psychedelic Bear
Dances around with nary a Psychedelic Care
Though if he was a Psychedelic Care-Bear,
His Belly-Badge would be a Mushroom.
My Psychedelic Bear is never Ungrateful.
Although he regularly acts the fool
Especially at the car-wash, but his boss doesn't mind,
Except when someone else has to clean up his drool.
My Psychedelic Bear sees all of the colors,
But since he's partied quite a bit too hard,
He makes my rainbow, by comparison, seem duller.
He has all of the normal colors, ROYGBIV, and ...others...
My Psychedelic Bear is more than just a symbol
Of people forgotten and of their band.
He reminds me of the bond that shall never rend
Because he is my friend.
time to have a trip
be grateful for dead gummy
Jerry was a psychedelic bear
He lived life without a care
*The music never stopped*
Bless his *foolish heart*
Psychedelic bears are rare
Meet my Bear, I call him Barry
were I not a person, maybe we'd marry
and have lots of children, happy and hairy
brought up on herb brownies like my strange cousin Mary..
He's a tripper, its true, he can be a touch hazy
but his rare mushroom stew can make dinnertime crazy!
when we see movies together he's all "far out, dude!"
and the ushers do mutter "man, is that Furry... NUDE?"
He knows the best stories, of crystals and fairies
kids think his fur is tie-dyed - not scary
not at all like his cousin, the creeper you see
when you inadvertantly log in to 4chan.TV
So he's a great pal - we have such good times
he curses my nurses with terrible rhymes
(like that one)
while I'm in here headshrinking, soundscape: Grateful Dead
getting over the pills that he gave: "for my head"
Not to depress your colorful scheme
But life is truly much more than a dream
So wake out of your passed (Pass-ed)
Stop dropping that acid
And view the strange world to be seen
Meat for money, hippies that stink,
That last one isn't too strange I would think
The rest of this weird place
Puts a tripped out smile on your face
And makes you wonder what was in that drink
Looking for the colors?
Well they're not hard to find.
With the help of Stanley
They'll twist inside your mind.
A fuzzy friendly little bear
He's cooking up a tiny smile
And by the time he leaves your side
You'll be tripping all the while.
Finding funds is not an issue
When he winks you'll find the meat.
But what it has been laced with
Could make you lose your feet.
When he blurs and spins his legs
Will things become more real?
Maybe you just notice more
Or there may be more to feel.
If you've not yet heard enough
There's still a song around.
And you won't even have to try
To hear the Wall of Sound.
My bear has many colors
he has such nice soft fur
In all of KoL
there's no friend I prefer
His singing makes me happy
his dancing makes me gay
Adventurer's best friend
my psycho-bear, hooray!