Oh Pooh

I should have been a different man
Someone less risible, less funny;
Someone nobody ever can
Conceive of hunting after honey,
Getting stuck and moaning over
How I should have self-control,
Or complaining it's not clover
While I eat it in my hole.
I should have been far less rotund
And svelter, so that I could be
Equally as orotund
But listened to respectfully.
Instead I'm who I am, and fare
Far worse than I could ever bear.