Rabbit's Revenge

I decided to form this group after reading a story putting down those of us who love to write poetry that rhymes, poetry from the silly side of life, or poetry that speaks from the heart.  The story was deriding and denigrating those of us who occasionally write a little poem for fun or for someone we love on EP.  The writer said he was tired of the "dog-eared doggeral" we spout and it was "atrocious juvenilia".  Well, he may think it poor, worthless and quite trivial but I , for one, do not.  I found it amusing that the author of this story is Australian and, therefore, I  find it even more amusing and utterly fitting that we begin with a poem that ranks at least an 8 on the "silly scale" written by an Australian author ;") Oh, by the way, IT RHYMES!! lol

RABBIT'S REVENGE   by Graeme King

The Easter Bunny ate my egg, which made me rather cross,

I thought about revenge, to show that rabbit who was boss,

the trap I set was hidden well, all camouflaged with grass,

I'd catch that theiving bunny and I'd fry his scrawny ***!


That night I heard the trap spring shut, he'd met his Waterloo,

I smiled and settled down to sleep, and dreamed of rabbit stew,

I hoped he'd still be there, alive, I wanted him to beg,

perhaps I'd be magnanimous, and spare him for an egg?


No hopping, fluffy fur ball could defeat the likes of me,

I dressed and looked up recipes for rabbit fricassee,

then went out to the garden to retrieve my helpless prey,

the blasted trap was empty, somehow he'd got clean away.


I swore and kicked the stupid trap, which flew across the yard,

a piece of paper fluttered down - he'd left a calling card!

Perhaps he wanted peace, or had he left the card to gloat?

I sat down in a garden chair, and read this on the note:


"Your traps can never hurt me, I'm the Easter Bunny, see,

I'm magic and no Earthly seel can harm the likes of me,

I'm sorry 'bout your egg, but someone needs it more than you,

the kid next door has lost his Mum, and so I left him two.


I thought you wouldn't mind, as you're a grown-up, not a kid,

I see that I was wrong, I can't believe the thing you did,

you'll pay the price at Christmas time, I hope you don't get mad,

I wrote a note to Santa -- and I told him you've been BAD!!"

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4 Responses Mar 7, 2010

Hahaha, you may be right maddog64!

8 on the silly scale - yes - but there is something scary about the anger and glowering salivation of the guy. Maybe it's because we mostly get our meat from the supermarket these days?

No, my guess is if he reads this, he won't pick up on my choice of silly poem...hahaha, but I knew you would....you're pretty sharp yourself, big daddy! Of course, that's why I hang out with ya ;')

LMAO, you were in rare form while I was away! Ouch, I wonder if he got the choice of poem ;') You're a sharp one, little lady!!