Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Polar Practice

I'm practicing for the big game
Of polo played at the north pole.
The ponies bolted - that's a shame.
I mount a rock to get the goal.
Now I suppose humans will say
I must be a bipolar bear,
Manic about wanting to play
Polo, for which I do prepare.
I need no mallet for my shot.
In chukker time I use my paws.
Never a penalty I've got.
The umps bear with me, well because...

So c'mon and giddy up rock.
Game on for this polo bear jock.