Snow

By sonic_tonic

Mon, 16 Jun 2008
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Tomorrow is Sunday and I propose a toast
To the little bunny who shall be the roast
He sits there in his little hutch
Twitching his nose, doing nothing much

It only takes one quick, sharp blow
To end dear rabbit's days of woe
To keep a paw's considered lucky
But take my word it's bloody mucky !

I'll skin the little bloke tonight
That's bound to give him quite a fright
Bung him in a caserole pot
And dine while he's still nice and hot

Certificate PG
Poem
Juvenilia
Humour

Comments

Submitted by animan on
Poor Snowy - were his days ones of woe? - or are you just telling yourself that?! Does the rhythm go a little awry in the penultimate line? Otherwise, it does seem to trip along nicely.

 

Submitted by shoebox on
Cute and provokes smiles. I agree with animan, penultimate line's missing a word or two. Cheers