… I end up writing stuff like the following poem. My brain was in “rhyming mode” at work one day, and this was the result. Enjoy!
Young Teddy was getting ready for the fair
When he suddenly let out a howl of despair:
“Oh no! Of all the times for my pants to tear!
I might as well go bare!
In fact, I will, so there!”
His mother said, “Fine, I don’t care.”
At this point, I should mention that young Teddy was a bear.
So young Teddy the bear went to the fair completely bare
And no one stopped to stare.