Woodsy Backwoods Poem

I saw Bear         shopping with Santa Claus         at the North of 7 Plaza         only he wasn't wearing a bib -         only a cotton-wool imitation synthetic         polystyrene white fluffy instead.         I saw the Bear         gracing a wall at the         Old Trout Lake Hotel         (part-time job),         looking self-satisfied,         smug back of the Mosque Lake Road         but a self-starter, no less,         lacking the wherewithal, nonetheless,         to be a serious shit-disturber         accolades & kudos aside, still         circus Work is hard &         good dancing difficult to come by,         poor dish of custard, sticky stuffed bastard.         yet the pay-off begins         when Bear gets home         with only grubs in the bank         and maggots to show         for his life's work, alas,         no fireworks for free         in the big grin as you den,         leaf-off frenzy         witch begins October         month of orange zen         zip up only can ya please.