A noisy ruckus clamors loud
Upon the treehouse door
Outside, has gathered up a crowd
So riddled in uproar
Upheavaled with frustration
And so mired in their coo
They ask with trepidation
Just where is there old friend 'Poo'?!
It's been an endless fasting
Since he's last come out to play
The animals are blasting
And they shall not go away
Inside his living quarters
Winnie slumps inside his chair
With vodka to his mortar
Matted up, with scruffy hair
It's been a hazy summer
And an unforgiving fall
He's looking for the winter
F-ck when spring should come to call
For it was in that season
That he lost his close girlfriend
Tigger did him treason
When he caught him in her end
Oh what a gruesome sighting..
In the confines of his tree
Catching them delighting
Coming home from forest glee
How could this ever happen
With his friend and bride-to-be
You might aswell be crappin'
If you told that tale to The
But here he sits demented
In a hollowed-out suppression
The walls have been cemented
Huddled in this dark depression
The remnants of his honey
Tangles up inside his beard
The memories of his hunny
Have been shredded or been smeared
The friends he used to mingle
Gather just outside his door
But, he can't trust a single..
No, can't hear them anymore
Don't want to hear the spin
Of where you beens, and how are you?
Don't crawl into my skin..
My best regards.. Winnie-the-Pooh