Trashy Tales: The Bear's Misadventures

In a land not far away, where the wild things play,

There lived a mischievous bear, causing dismay.

He had a nose so keen, with a knack for the scene,

Of finding trash cans to raid, oh, what a routine!

One moonlit night, as I slept so tight,

I heard a ruckus, oh, what a fright!

I peered through my window, filled with dread,

And there he was, that pesky bear, turning my trash into his bed.

With paws as big as plates, he rummaged through my leftovers,

An orchestra of clatters, like pots and pans doing covers.

He found a half-eaten pie, and with a gleam in his eye,

He devoured it all, leaving only crumbs behind, oh my!

But I wasn't one to surrender, oh no, not me,

I mustered my courage and decided to see.

I tiptoed outside, armed with a broom,

To shoo away the bear and end his boom.

With each step, I prayed he wouldn't wake,

For an angry bear is no joke to take.

But alas, he heard me draw near,

And turned around with a mischievous sneer.

His belly full, he stood so tall,

With a crumb on his nose, looking like a goofball.

I brandished my broom, ready to attack,

But he just yawned and lay on his back.

"Dear bear," I pleaded, my voice full of woe,

"I need my trash intact, you know!"

He opened his eyes, lazily blinking,

And I swear I heard him sigh, like a bear that's thinking.

He rose to his feet, a lumbering sight,

And I held my breath, ready for a fight.

But instead, he sauntered away,

Leaving me in disbelief, what a strange day!

So, dear friends, beware of the bear in the night,

For he'll surely give you a funny fright.

But remember, amidst the chaos and trash,

Sometimes all it takes is a broom and a dash!