A Fractured Bunny Tale…

It comes frolicking in, hippety hop, hippety hop,

Oh damn let us not get into this kind of snot,

I love the bunny, so pink and white and all full of fur, NOT!

Never brings me any candy or eggs, or anything for that matter, the old sot…

So don’t be giving me a reason to blow its head into next season,

Standing on the side of the road with it’s paw held out,

Trying to get a ride, wonder how it will look flattened to the ground,

Think just before it gets squished, out it will shout,

With a list of obscenities that would make an old sailor blush, or bound…

So keep me away from that little bunny with gifts,

Or it will not make it to Easter, without that of, in its head, a rift,

Better to just not remind me he is near, let him therein just kinda drift,

Past my home, because if Rufuz sees him, he will give chase,

And I won’t hold him back; in fact I will most likely quirt the bunny with mace…

               © ed – 3/31/04