Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

Rabbit Stick

I went in the woods one day 
Grabbed myself a stick, 
I shook it one too many times 
Then landed backwards in the crick. 

I looked over my shoulder 
And guess what I saw, 
Little tiny rabbits 
Standing with maw and paw. 

They hopped everywhere 
I couldn't believe my eyes, 
Noticed my clothes were all soaked 
Then I began to rise. 

There were so many rabbits 
Too many, I couldn't count, 
I looked over them carefully 
I couldn't believe the amount. 

I shook my stick at them 
More appeared out of nowhere, 
It was just me and my stick 
That was rather unfair. 

They happened to gang up on me 
The more I shook my stick, 
I think I peeved them off 
When I tried to run, rather quick. 

They pounced on my head 
So many tiny rabbits, 
Never go into the woods 
And threaten a rabbit, with a stick. 

Copyright Cynthia Jones 
June.20/2005 

NEVER SHAKE A STICK AT A RABBIT BECAUSE YOU HAVE MORE RABBITS THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A STICK AT. LMAO

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Jack Ellison April 10, 2015 at 8:27 PM CUTE!!! I was told to visit you by another inmate! LOL Glad I did! Hugs, Jack xxx

Jaycee Cervenka April 10, 2015 at 7:28 PM Love this one Cynthia Jones! Very Very cute! Holy Cow Batman. While I was sleeping, you added to the old site and boy did you add.

M. L. Kiser April 10, 2015 at 5:15 PM An adorable poem, colorfully penned.