Goldilocks and the Three Bras - err, Bears
It's common knowledge that a bear
Has no use for fashions in underwear
And so these three critters are not impressed
With how this floozy gal is dressed.
Goldilocks wanted to be a star
On Broadway or else at the local bar,
She's always auditioning for the chorus;
Who knows how she got into a forest?
Perhaps these bears are urbanites
Enraptured by the city lights.
They live above the Gotham Bar;
(What animals the tenants are...)
One night Goldie got off her waitress shift
And needed a little glucose lift;
Someone told her that, though they were rather funny,
The folks upstairs had plenty of honey.
She knocked on the door, but they were asleep
Dreaming of croquettes de Little Bo Peep;
And when guests wake you up at two in the morning,
You are likely to pounce without any warning.
A bear's mood swings are absolute,
And they do not find Formfit bras that cute;
And visions of glamour do not hold them back
When they wake and consider a midnight snack.
So Goldie, don't mess with a New York bear
While bragging about your underwear;
No bra protects you from ursine wrath -
Three bears, one bimbo: you do the math.
[Thank you to Heather for the ad.]