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Clue-Who Murdered the Easter Bunny
It’s been ten days, the Easter Bunny is gone with hardly a trace, The Missus is inconsolable- an Easter basket-case, Evidence in plastic bags, some fibers and some fur, The family suspects foul play, the police, they do concur, This once pristine meadow has senselessly been fouled, Safety and security has now been disemboweled, “Mark my woids!” Bugs cried out “Sample that bastids’ blood!” “No one hates rabbits more than that twisted Elmer Fudd!” “You’re paranoid” Rodger snorted “the one who murders for kicks... is that obvious cereal killer, the rabbit from the box of Trix, “Wrong again” sniffed Uncle Wiggly, “you’re no kind of private-eye” “But speaking of tricks, when you see her next, tell Jessica that I said hi” “You can’t just point your finger and tell the police to slap on the cuffs”, You’re so afraid of your own shadow; you’ve filled your pants with cocoa puffs, Peter leapt up “A demented rabbit killer, it’s McGregor that’s plain to see!” “He’s got my clothes on a pole in his garden, hanging in effigy!” Wiggly shot back “…or is it gang related? Their alibis are somewhat frail”, “Exactly where were those thugs, Flopsie, Mopsie and Cottontail? “Hanging around Thumper and Br’er Rabbit; I tell you they’re all the same!” “Do I really have to remind you all how Thumper got his name?” Borrowing their hole deeper and deeper, down into that rabbit hole Theories and explanations, none of which could console, It will make little difference, because now there will be no Easter The debate will go on and on, as scared rabbits talk out their keisters, In a squalid little burrow on the wrong side of the rabbit tracks Amid the empty red bull cans, lies a bloody axe, On the handle of the door a “do not disturb’ sign is hanging And in the bedroom is the Energizer; but it’s not his drum he’s banging, There the recent widow is doing what bunnies do best, Meanwhile across the field they are laying her hubby to rest. March 5 1012
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