In Ventura, Iowa on a sunny day,
A hairy sneak came out to play.
Behind a bush near Viking's spot,
He craved a treat (and boy, it’s hot!).
He clutched a cone both tall and twisty,
His fur was damp, his stance was shifty.
He peeked around with stealthy flair,
As if no one would see him there.
Locals gasped: “Was that a bear?”
“Nope—just Steve with too much hair?”
But kids all knew, with widened eyes,
That twist cone’s big—Sasquatch in disguise!
So if you’re out and hear a slurp,
Don’t scream or run or cause a chirp.
Just offer sprinkles, stay real still,
And let him snack—he means no ill.
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