A burly bearish Thomas blithely lives
For hearty, tasty food and joyous things;
At night, a special pub his funds he gives -
To savor all the treats his tavern brings.
In Rancho Costa’s famous, friendly pub –
With smiling staff and charming, warm décor –
The Fern is where he orders tasty grub;
His thirst is quenched by frosty drinks they pour.
On one such night, while sitting in his chair,
It’s hengsten Mark he spots - a surly man
Whose bitter mood congests the tavern air,
Along with food he’s apt to crossly scan.
Like many hengstens, Mark has fur that’s brown.
His lanky form’s akin to horsey beasts
With larger, equine mussles pointed down.
With greater bodies, hengstens treasure feasts.
A foil to Mark’s quite paltry, lacking meal,
The blithesome bearish loves a wide array
Of plates – with plants and meat with great appeal;
The loathing hengsten’s quite a sad display.
Although the tavern staff enjoy the flair
Of bearish mirth, the hengsten Mark is cross.
Towards his portions, Mark with hatred glares,
“This meal is far too strong with heavy sauce.”
Towards the burly, blithesome bearish guy
He says, “Unlike some guests, I do not eat
My food without restraint, or great supply
To gorge upon while slouching in my seat.”
With brownish, caprine fur and kitchen flair
A goaten greets his sour and shrieking guest.
The chef named Sam replies, “I cook with care,
So I will bring you food without such zest.”
“Your other guests seem far too eager for
The largest meals” the somber Mark replies.
“I’m here to eat a meal that’s clean and more
Than huge assaults of tastes these plates comprise.”
While hengsten Mark with bitter anger sneers
At joyous Thomas, Sam the goaten cook
Transports a dish prepared by cooking peers
Upon the table with a cheeky look.
“It’s free for you” the goaten says to him.
“I hope you do enjoy your newest meal.”
The hengsten sees a plate of food quite slim
In size with meager herbs and cooking zeal.
“The food was great today” the bear proclaims.
“I’m ready for a sweet and rich dessert.”
Beside a pleasant gaze the goaten aims
A plate of treats that’s full and quite overt.
Without a comment, Mark is wont to eat
His dish, and finds it’s perfect for his taste;
He eats his food and finds it’s very sweet
And spiced; He loves his food with hungry haste.
The blissful bearish – full from what he ate,
He rubs his paunch with calm, relaxing sighs;
Approaching with a widened, swaying gait,
He shows the somber gent his smirking eyes.
As Thomas pays and thank the joyful staff
With grins and payment - coin and ample praise,
And hears a rumbling gut that makes him laugh
As Mark averts his anxious, flustered gaze.
“Although we patrons love our morsels big,
We love the flavor you’re still craving now”
The joyful Thomas makes a cheerful dig.
“You merely ate a fancy, children’s chow.”
With muffled laughs, the cosy tavern clears;
The hengsten sits alone inside The Fern.
As Sam approaches Mark with working peers,
He gifts a bag of something small in turn.
“Here’s something sweet and rich to take tonight”
The marmot cook intones upon the hour.
“Perhaps a joyful, rich and sweet delight
Brings more than bitter words so mad and sour?”
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