That Damn Trix Rabbit

(This is a fictional poem) He tried to steal people's cereal and that was a bad habit. I grabbed my shotgun and I took care of that damn rabbit. I fired my gun and turned him into goo. Tonight I will be dining on rabbit stew. He was wearing a disguise but I knew it was him. When he grabbed my Trix, his future became grim. He started hopping around my kitchen and his long ears came flopping out. He thought I was a bad shot but he didn't know what he was talking about. Some people are very upset at me, they say that shooting him was a sin. They should be thankful because they'll never be pestered by him again.