How do I love bears? Let me count the ways.
I love bears for their depth and breadth and height
My arms can reach, when stealing out of sight
From the yens of beings in chenille lace.
I love bears like the devil!, who everyday
Must quiet feed, by strobe and cigar-light.
I love bears freely, as cubs strive for Might,
I love bears purely, as cubs spurn twink Gays.
I love bears while they're lashin' my caboose
In my old briefs, to test my cubhood's faith.
I love bears with a love I deemed I'd lose
But lost it ain't! -- I'll love bears with their breadth,
Wiles, beards, for all my life! -- my stiff rod, ooze!
I shall but love bears wetter before death.