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I have a proclivity to be lengthy,
But in this case, I will do it succinctly.
This is the saga of an infertile bunny named In Grating
Who was run out of a meadow for not procreating.
He had the temerity to act like he did not care,
Which made him pretty bold for a quite-so young hare.
If you do not realize how serious was this,
I can assure you, certify, and attest.
That this poor unfortunate, with no real rest,
This young man bunny with this little defect 
Was not brought back or given any respect
Until his well-loved cousin, a fellow named Barrow
Needed a transplant of the barren Bunny’s bone marrow.
They brought him back in, rescuing him from a tent in the ghetto.
They stroked him, and petted and gave him the keys to the meadow.
The best part of this saga, the part that makes your heart sing.
Is that he met a bunny nurse name of Widow Irene.
He noticed her right away, through a tiny aperture in the door,
She was beautifully built, gorgeous, and more.
I have to tell you, he soon picked up on her nuance and glance,
That she was ready to take him home, and give him a nice private dance.
Irene already had sixteen bunnies, and a pile of money.
So the Infertile bunny, became her delighted lifelong honey.

Written 10-26-2018                                   8 Word Challenge – 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  John Hamilton
Words:  proclivity, attest, saga, aperture, temerity, barren, nuance, marrow

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