Death of the Easter Bunny

Written by: Russell Sivey

One Sunday morning real early that day There’s a bunny hopping about the road He held with him a basket on his way But he never looked past this big huge load And he saw what seemed to be a great toad As he watched he moved directly on by Went in front of a moving car no lie Hastened his death by quickly hopping on His basket and all were flattened I cry Sadly the Easter bunny has passed on
Entrant into Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "Clue" contest 2/25/2013