(This is a fictional poem)

My wife and I were sitting on a blanket that we laid on the grass.
Yogi Bear tried to steal our picnic basket so I shot him in the ass.
He grabbed the picnic basket and started to run.
That's when I nailed him in the ass with my gun.
He steals picnic baskets when he's only supposed to eat berries and nuts.
You'll recognize him if you see him because he's the bear with a bald butt.