Blueberry and Bunny

Merry Christmas to all... and to all a good night. (with sinister laugh)

Blueberry, he says "it's how he rolls"

Always off of counter

Some say he hit his head

Others say he's off his rocker

 

But, around he does on floors

And into bedroom corners

He lies and lies and lies some more

In places undercovers

 

There's a very dusty busty bunny

Like "a lady in waiting"

The fruit and hare, an unlikely pair

Of course, that's an assumption I 've been making

 

But, he's heard that good company keeps

Us together, and further 

Growing old as wine and Yeats

While carrying on affairs in forever pleasure

 

That is at least

Until next December'

Upon an Christmas evening eve

When fessed from side effects of blizzard's cabin fever

 

The surprise of his life

Is that he never knew 

That he wed a loving wife

And his home a cleaning it was due

 

With left gifts of stainless steel stove

And a newer matching freezer

There's more than one way to skin a rabbit

The trick is to get a blueberry tart to tease her

 

And quite mysteriously

A next door neighbor

Like a frightened rabbit, just up and disappears

No rhyme nor reason, no-one ever sees her

 

And due to heavier fresher snow

Some wondered why she'd even want to leave at all

Especially in the midst of bitterness of cold

The hope is that wherever she's at...

Bunny's hasn't tripped and fallen down a rabbit's hole

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Blueberry and bunny... an unlikely pair indeed. Your imagination is remarkable, Mike. You leave me guessing as to whom you will pair next. :)

[Leslie Philibert]

a clever, well written poem from a writer I will return to..

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Leslie. One of those two a.m. writes.

[Rita L. Sev]

Reminds me of the time a grape rolled under the sofa undetected... And met up with a few dust bunnies of her own!

[Michael G. Smith]

Holy smokes Rita that was the whole idea behind this. You get the poets high five (slap!)

[Rita L. Sev]

*slap* Back at you, Mike! :)

[Frieda P]

I wish you could see my face right now....huh? Lol, very unusual poetry and pairing in this ditty, I'll have what you're having Lol. ;-)

[Michael G. Smith]

High on life at two a.m. This a title for someone's next poem.

[Frieda P]

I never feel high at 2 am, just tired, and I write my darkest stuff at around 3...still like your Blueberry bop....

[Michael G. Smith]

I try not to go beyond three out of respect for the one waiting.