Death of the Easter Bunny
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
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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