The Trouble With Hare
I don't see you anywhere - oh yes, over hare,
it didn't matter, if he's not there, I don't care;
they say animals have the time to stand and stare,
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hare.
Alliteration gives you constipation, don't want to go,
to there, where colours rain, there you go, indigo;
what do you get when you pour hot water down a
rabbit hole - a hot cross bunny so they all say.
There was a dividing line, didn't want to split hares,
although the sum of the parts may come in pairs;
Alice had a ban in case they just came in small boats,
not only had they large ears but also serbo-croats.
The party was over, the march hare lost his friends,
no hare 'lip' because it was where love transcends.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2023
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