A Bear, Some Cooking and A Four Poster Bed

Hibernating Harry said "I'll never marry"so
Slept away six months every year.
Woken mid march by the growling in his belly,
"Anyone would think I was a bear!"

Marinating Mary thought it rather scary
So thought of a feeble excuse,
She wouldn't cook her boss's books
So stewed in her own juice.

Fornicating Fred left his four poster bed
For an appointment in the dentist's chair,
Harry and Mary in the waiting room so he
Quashed his fear, imagining them cooking bare.