Rabbit-Forming

More poems. Where will it end?

 

Big Bunny

Some breeders have bred an enormous new rabbit
I tell you, it just isn’t normal, dagnabbit
These people may think that it’s terribly funny
But ordinary folk aren’t prepared for Big Bunny
For starters, does anyone think that it’s wise
To have in the garden a beast of that size?
He’d nibble your turnips and snarf all your peas
And chew all your grass and the bark off your trees
No lettuce or radish or bean would be left
He’d gobble the lot just to build up his heft
And when there was no more to eat to be found
He’d start digging bloody great holes in the ground
Looking for one more potato or carrot...
Blow that for a joke. I would just get a parrot.

 

Infectious

If you could decide to be any old beast
You could well do worse than consider bacteria
Of all of creation, you would be the least;
But get under anyone’s skin and they’d fear ya.

 

Lateral Rhyming

Poets have spent a great deal of time
Trying to find an “orange” rhyme
There isn’t one, the authorities think
And searching in vain will just drive you to drink
But before you give up and imbibe the Glenmorangie
You might try and see if there’s any for “orangey”.

 

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