Teddy Bear Cruz, Our National Werewolf Bear
An ode to the be-whiskered and bristly
Published in
Feb 14, 2021
Teddy Cruz, by night you sleep
Like a dream, or is it nightmares, deep?
Your head floating upon Mein pillow
Your shape vaguely Texas Armadillo
Our fuzzy wuzzy is a bear, I think
A were-bear, not care-bear, not pink
We really don’t know what he is|
He’s prone to metamorphosis
He wandered in, they say, from Princeton
Another elitist, God-less, Christian?
But this one is down home as dirt
A scruffy wolf cub in a nice dress shirt
Even Wolf Blitzer can’t compete
With whiskers that look like Hobbit feet
His latest watchdog job is trending
Defending Trump is never-ending
Love him, or hate him, as you will
He’s our national were-bear until
Another Teddy makes the scene
Maybe Marjorie Frayed Fur Greene?
