The Bunny FunnyA Poem by WolfwindRandom InkI shall establish a cliché okay It was indeed a dark and stormy night Was it alright, that night, when the rains did blow No…Something was a foot, the color of soot Shrouded in fur with long floppy ears It stood five feet tall and elicited fears Twas a bunny, who wasn’t funny From the Grand Mesa it had come Twas hungry for carrots, for it had none Dear lord the people did cry This shan’t be any fun! Run! Hop, Splop, Moosh and Goosh The sounds that echoed through the storm From the stampeding hungry bunny that wasn’t the norm But it’s bounce… It had good form They called in the tanks And the national guard The banged and they boomed throughout the night But were flattened in the yard, by dawns early light Such was the power This Mesa Bunnies might The media…This just ain’t right! The farmers hatched an idea An egg of a plan Throughout the next day all the trains and trucks ran To gather the countries carrots, small, medium and large Giving them up to the Army, to a man called Sarge And in one fell swoop, a bomber did dive Delivering the orange bomb, as if it were bird Pooping and alive It landed right outside this little town’s gate Everyone watched, wondering their fate. Then with no more than sniff and twitch of an eye That ole giant bunny Which had made so many die Sat down real calm Then he ate Till there was nothing left but an empty steel plate When the sun had set, the big bunny was gone Just in time, for the small town mayor to yawn © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on January 19, 2013 Last Updated on January 19, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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