A nun drove over a rabbit
A nun drove over a rabbit.
She said to herself, "Yikes! This is becoming a habit.
Like, last week it was four.
And this week, already one more.
But, hey! Makes for plenty of stew for the abbot.”
At Easter dinner, she said, "You know what, honey?
Your verses ain't all that funny.”
I said, "If you ask me,
I tend to agree.
So, what do want? The leg or the thigh of this bunny?"
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