The Rabbit lay dead on the highway,
All his Easter Eggs scattered and crushed.
His poor bunny ears were tattered and torn,
And his bunny brain squished into mush.
Not one person there would accept the blame,
they said it was a real hit and run,
Til the detective found a little round hole
And the Rabbit's own little .38 gun.
Seems like under this road runs a sewer,
And it was there when our poor Bunny died.
So I don"t think that this was a murder,
It's a pure case of sewer side!
The detective was charged with a criminal pun
And the murder plot started to thicken,
We still don't know who benefits from this crime,
But we now have a new Easter Chicken.
Written tonight 20 March, 2013 for Lisa's contest.