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| An Unbearable beary-tale There was a clever mammal. In fact he was a bear. He was indeed most special, 'cause his talents were so rare. See, this bear could do lots of tricks, at first just for the zoomen; but later on he made the news for almost sounding human. He'd been a most obedient bear although they'd treat him badly, and when they'd make him do some tricks it'd sound lke he said "Gladly". And so that's how he got his name, it may not have been fair. But Gladly took it as he did; a sad subservient bear. One day while it was windy, he took a trip to town. He wandered through the market-place, we wandered up and down. He loitered here, he loitered there, Alas, he'd no optometrist (the wind blew up some more) to fix his wonky sight. until at last in sheer despair He struggled in the daytime; he sought an artists store. It was even worse at night. The art supplies store that he found He never saw a surgeon. was filled with frames and hooks, He dimly plodded on. and brushes, paper, paints and pens, Without corrective eye-wear and colour charts and books. His sight of hope had gone. But one display that caught the eye His life had been a tough one, of Gladly, by and by; but this was just unfair. a 3-D eye-illusion: Unjust. Unfair. Unbareable, strangely called "The Magic eye". for any bear to bare. Now Gladly was no Boo-Boo; So poor old sad old Gladly, smarter than the average bear, grew weary when he'd weep, and so he locked eyes on the work and in his bed he tucked up tight and fixed a fearsome stare. to drop into deep sleep. Gladly was a clever beast; For bears need hibernation, He knew just what to do. to rest as they grow older. (You focus twice the distance They sleep away each winter's day that the artwork is from you.) when winds and weather's colder. And so it was with this in mind But Gladly wasn't feeling well. he crossed his eyes to look. His illnesss wasn't faking. He waited while the image formed And as he slipped off into sleep, in 3-D from the book. he didn't plan on waking. Gladly became mesmorised by He closed his heavy eyelids this optical selection. and stopped the world's harsh glare. When suddenly, as quick as that, So, that my friends is the sad end of the wind just changed direction! Gladly, the cross-eyed bear. His eye were fixed-in cross-eyed. He couldn't get then straight. No matter how he tried and tried. There's morals to this story: He thought he'd have to wait. For those of you who care. He hoped they had just cramped up Be kind to all God's creatures: from the cold and windy weather. To those both rich and rare. Poor Gladly wasn't feeling glad; He quickly reached his tether. And don't let people bully you; Just leave them if you dare. He had a hard time getting home. He went straight off to bed. And if you need corrective specs, But when he woke next morning please, always keep a spare. it was worse than he had dread! Don't pull a face on windy days. He couldn't look friends in the eye. His outlook wasn't good. And never, ever stare .... Poor Gladly stayed home sobbing tears as any poor bear would. Or else you might just end up like Gladly, the cross-eyed bear. (c) TJ McGowan, MrsMyth |