A House of Bears

Run away with me to Russia.
I know. You think, “There’s something
wrong with his brain. It’s cold in Russia
and there are bears.” Don’t worry.
I will wrestle the bears for you.
No — I will tame them.
I will build a house of bears,
teach them to stack one atop
the other, and we will be safe
and warm even against Russia winters.
Sure, the walls are furry,
and maybe a little malodorous,
but just think: if we get hungry,
we can say, “Hey, spare bear bedroom,
go get us some seal ka-bobs
and a bottle of vodka,” and they’ll do it,
because I’ll have tamed
all the bears in Russia for you.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published April 30th, 2011.