Poor Bunny Has the Flu
I have heard that bunny has the flu, I said.
Shall we send her a card? Flowers? Take soup?
She is in her element, was the reply.
Her husband is waiting on her hand and foot.
Taking her fresh radishes, carrots and lettuce.
She is the queen of her bedroom.
Everyone is doting on her and loving her.
The flu was the best thing that has ever happened to her.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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