Pesky's Great Escape

Old Pesky escaped from the most secure room
By whacking the Doc on the head with a broom
Security attempted to shoot Mr Wabbit
But missed by a mile so shouted, “Let’s grab it”

Hopping for freedom through corridors and halls
He bounced over fences, barbed wire and walls
Only when caught in the guards searching lights
Did he notice the ladders climbing his tights

Furious at ruining his cunning disguise
He wiped the mascara that blackened his eyes
Took out the socks that he’d used for his breasts
But kept on the dress that he’d always liked best

Once clear of the bloodhounds so hot on his scent
He stopped by a stream where a penny he spent
Rejuvenated and high on elation
A route was planned to the local bus station

He hopped on a Greyhound and said, “Take me home”
The greyhound barked back, “Dude, you’re in the wrong poem”
One apology later Pesky ran for the train
They were all cancelled so his run was in vain

He thought his luck changed when a passing taxi
Noticed him sitting alone on his jacksy
A ride was offered to the nearest sea port
But then soon suggested some hot bunny sport

Pesky sensed trouble was far from over
But lo and behold the cab was a Rover
And true to form as they drove out of town
That British-made classic broke itself down

The police arrived and nabbed our escapist
Saving his butt from a cwazed wabbit wapist
Then once in the van his sixth sense prickled
When the sergeant stripped demanding a tickle

Now Cool Hand Pesky is back in his cell
Plotting another escape from this hell
Having cleared more hurdles than Sally Gunnell
He now plans to burrow a pesky wee tunnel