I was on a walk and I saw a tree,
With weird fruit that attracted me.
I went closer to inspect them well,
They were brown and smelled like hell.
Shaped like a paw of a grizzly or a polar,
As fruit, I guess they’re powered by solar.
With long, thin, black things super, super sharp,
Mat, furless black that’ll go through a carp.
I looked closer and one pawed at me,
Startled I yanked my babyface free.
All of them seemed to have come to life,
A treeful of them waving, sharp as a knife.
One of them fell, I guess it was ripe.
It didn’t move and I poked it with my pipe.
My poke made a hole and jam oozed out,
It was a pastry, I had no doubt.
A bear claw tree, isn’t that wonder,
I tasted it, and it made me ponder:
“What is the filling? Tastes like vanilla.
Whatever it is, it’s one tasty filler.”
A bear claw tree almost next to my home,
I guess my sweet tooth won’t have to roam.