A 3-word poem


Were you there?

I was where?

In a chair.

Were you bare?

I had hair

Like a bear

Or a hare.

What a pair.

Where’s a pear?

Said the mare

I don’t care

It’s not fair.

What’s the fare?

I don’t dare

Breathe the air

Or the glare

Of your hair

If you swear

It’s so rare.

When you tear

Up the stair

With your share

You’re an heir

With a prayer

Or a scare.

So beware

Of the snare

As you declare

Or prepare

Your earthenware



Your millionaire

So debonair

From Delaware

Wears underwear

Of horsehair.