A shingled bear with button eyes
Bites the marauding flesh of Man.
Sculpture begs a rise (between two thighs):
Critics demand a ban.

"You see teeth here?" quoth the neon font,
"I sense something else is being sunk."
Those grad-school sighs are a pack of lies
This "art" is a bunch of bunk.

Now a picket fence obscures the truth,
The prudish have lanced their spleens.
Loud voices prevail to put ideas in jail
When nature strikes back in Queens.