Bunny Rabbit
My bunny rabbit is so bold,
always wanting out.
From the hutch I keep it in,
since it got so stout.
Sits there wriggling it's fluffy ears,
and the tip of its pinky nose.
He's such a rolly polly guy,
and knows it I suppose.
Just like me he can't resist
temptation in his way.
Munches through four carrots,
then lays down in the hay.
I'm tempted now to let him out,
just to watch him play.
Brush his long shaggy hair.
But then I know he'll stay.
Because I can't resist him,
and the joy he brings to me.
All evening now we'll cuddle up,
on the sofa and watch T.V.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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