My White Rabbit Herald

Hardly anyone else has their own white rabbit herald. I do. His name is Poindexter P. Horacio Merry Merald. He announces things to me in my ear all the time. You don’t need to write that; it’s now time to rhyme. That’s not the adjective I would use. I am flummoxed. You are annoying me greatly; I am super gumm-uxed. I listen some days and ignore him other days for sure. His intention is to keep me honest and my poems pure.