One of a book of poems I wrote for my grandson, Oliver. This one features a cuddly toy rabbit named Mayo.
Mayo the rabbit has a very strange habit, but he isn’t a monk or a nun. He spreads out on ham, lettuce, cheese, bacon, spam that’s been sliced up and placed in a bun.
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