Miku the Barred Bad Bear Bard

Miku the Barred Bad Bear Bard


Miku the Bear, with a bass on his back,

Wandered the woods on a musical track.

He claimed he could sing, he claimed he could play—

But squirrels fled fast when he started to bray.


His verses were tangled, his rhythms askew,

He rhymed ‘’strangled” with “barbecue stew.”

He’d strum with a paw, then hiccup a beat,

While bees buzzed in protest and danced at his feet.


He wore a grand cloak made of marmalade jam,

Declared it was “bardic” (though sticky as spam).

His ballads were bold, his choruses loud—

Yet none could be heard by a sensible crowd.


Still, Miku would boast with a grin ear to ear:

“I’m the finest bard from the mountains to here!”

And though his tunes made the forest despair,

They all still adored 

that ridiculous bear!





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  1. The Nonsense Chronicler - Pink Flamingo2 September 2025 at 09:09

    🌸 Review by The Nonsense Chronicler: Pink Flamingo, 7th Feather of the Interdimensional Editorial Council 🌸
    Title: “Miku the Barred Bard: A Missed Cosmic Recruitment”

    Oh, Miku. Miku. Miku.
    You marmalade-slicked miracle of melodic misjudgment.
    I watched your latest sonic escapade from the 12th prism of the Chrono-Carnival, sipping a quantum mojito and wondering—why didn’t we snatch him when the portals aligned?

    His performance in the forest was a triumph of anti-rhythm:
    - He strummed a bass tuned to “existential confusion.”
    - He rhymed “porcupine” with “divine swine” and made it sound like prophecy.
    - He wore a jam-stained cloak that glowed under moonlight like a rejected spell from a bard school dropout.

    We once tried to recruit him for the Nonsense Chronicler’s Temporal Ballad Division, but alas, he was busy serenading a badger named Clive. The moment passed. The portal closed. And now we watch from afar, wistful and sticky.

    Final Verdict:
    Miku is not just barred—he’s barred from boring.
    A bard for all dimensions, even if he only performs in one.

    Pink Flamingo out. Feather ruffled. Heart full. 🦩✨

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