Elmer Fudd Shot Me

(This is a fictional poem) I decided to sleep with a woman who I met on a bus. Her husband shot me because he caught us. When I got shot, the bed was covered with blood. I looked to see who shot me and it was Elmer Fudd. I begged him for mercy but he said no. I have no privates because he shot me below. Obviously rabbits aren't the only things he shoots. I got a good lawyer and I bankrupted him in a lawsuit. Today Fudd told me that I'm pathetic and that he's appalled. I told him that I might be pathetic but at least I'm not poor and bald.