Polar Prince

The polar bear was not too pleased That it was freezing cold... And that it hardly ever eased The second it took hold... It seemed he lived his whole life long With ice beneath his feet, Which makes him think, 'This is so wrong! ' And 'Who stole all the heat? ' Complaining never changes things... His teeth just shivered more And polar bears have not got wings To find some sunny shore... And so the polar prince stayed there, His paw prints on the ice... The cold he simply had to bare, Just like the other guys... Poor soul, I sympathise, of course, No electricity, No coal, no gas and God ignores, Like it was meant to be... 'Why me! ? ' The polar bear exclaimed! 'I'm f.f.f.freezing every day! Sometimes I think that I've been framed! ' He could be right! Oi, vay... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent FRAMED painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Polar Prince'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com