Carrots To the Rabbit Hutch
Girl wearing lavender brought us carrots at the hutch.
We were appreciative, liked these orange things very much.
Stay and have some with us, suggested my cousin, Dutch.
Sorry, she said. I have to go get a car with a clutch.
Aren’t those old-fashioned? Asked my uncle Smutch.
Yes, but I like antiques, said the girl, I have an old-person’s touch.
Dutch thought it was funny, and laughed, and Smutch yelled “Dutch!”
He did not want the feelings hurt of girl who brought us carrots at the hutch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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