There I saw him,
Eggs in hand
And tears in eyes,
All lonely like the
Cloudless morning skies.
With matted fur,
And bright-red blood
That shone for miles,
And a gaping hole
Mr. Bunny, smile?
His tail was brown,
As easter eggs
Where shoved up there,
I could nearly feel
His dark nightmare.
A little cream,
Good god no! He
Can't have been raped,
Alas, sex was
A bad mistake.
So who shot him,
And filled his crack
With sexual cream?
Mr. Bunny's dead
He's come and been. |
