A Little Town

A little town on the hill,
held house to a people without will.
They walk around with fear,
of the great white bear.

The people walk around,
even the man who is crowned.
No one try to kill,
the bear for the thrill.

But one day he came,
for him the bear was the same.
He hunted it down,
and the bear was drowned.

The people was free,
they danced around the great oak tree.
Then had a party led,
to the frying of the bears head.

*Okey, this is kinda silly... But it was a poem I made for school... It's supposed to sound really dumb...*