“Can’t you chew quietly?
I can’t stand when you land on my grass
But your purring keeps my heart align
Lucky, I love you, Binkie.
Why do they put the fence around the good stuff?”
I feel the heaviness of winter is over,
snow and cold be gone until next year.
I feel Spring is here,
here in all her warming glory.
The birds are singing their little hearts out,
I am singing with them.
I feel the pretty flowers fragrance in the air,
coming from their many pretty colors.
I feel softness on my skin,
as I watch the baby bunnies scamper.
I feel lite as the cool air,
Easter is on the way.
I feel I need to rejoice,
it is a magical time of the year.
Bountiful bunnies bouncing beautifully before Easter
Quote By Poet "March will start Spring off with a big smile."
March is a great time of the year,
St. Patrick's Day they serve green beer.
Four leaf clovers bunnies are hopping,
let's go green dress shopping.
Pretty flowers are now blooming,
the green grass needs grooming.
Bowling bunnies sit in the booth
Sharing boyfriend stories
Oohing and ahhing when there is a strike or a spare.
Flashing their painted pointed three-inch nails
They wear ripped out jeans with high heels
Dressing more like hookers than hookers
No ugly numbered bowling shoes for them.
They are like rock and roll groupies
Except louder, so they can be heard above the pins.
Mental Dust Bunnies
Written: by Miracle Man
6/9/2024
In a dusty corner of my muddled mind,
are things that have long laid undisturbed.
But today thoughts return as if to unwind,
but often any effort just leaves me perturbed.
Altering past memories is never my choice,
both good, and bad, I now own these issues.
Some bring me rue, or give cause to rejoice,
my tears are absorbed by shirt sleeve or tissues.
distress alarm went out over the Dunkirk Sea
french bunnies in the water, capsized, maybe three
tugboats and rowboats raced to try and help
argentine bunnies were pulled out wearing gooey kelp
I rescued four, Michigan, a freighter captain said.
we have five here, announced my uncle Fred.
altogether they rescued nineteen bunnies that day.
boats of every color and country, many from far away.
Plants spring from the ground…
Spring is in full bloom all around !
Hibernating animals become awake.
In their activities they busily partake!
All over in nature, joyful bunnies, we see.
They come hopping to play with you and me!
Causing not the slightest fuss,
They bring out the child in all of us!
Whether white or classic-chocolate bunny,
Enjoy Spring’s hop-a-long of polyzygotic mirth.
Two floppy and expressive ears, so funny.
Toddlers cheer, and tenderly espy, life’s rebirth.
Grownups, too, giggle at the shattered hush,
The repopulation of carrot and lettuce noshing,
The shivering and shaking softness of plush,
A wriggling nose after a long Winter’s washing.
Without war we would be living a dream
We would share the land and live in unity
Making love more, with no war, like bunnies
Even cloudy days would seem so sunny
Earth would glow with a gold holy light
We would work together to unite
No longer a need to have boarders divide
No longer national creed, we are one tribe
And without war our resources would be saved
We could feed the poor and ourselves be more safe
Without the danger of bombs and chemicals made
We could be free indeed and sing of happy days
As the sun appears from its winter hush,
earthy meadows now appear green and lush.
As its refreshing rays begin to peep
animals awaken from their deep sleep.
A band of bunnies hop to spring's delight,
dancing among flowers yellow and white.
With small fluffy tails and ears soft and long,
seems like they're dancing to a secret song.
Naughty rabbits nibble on tender shoots
and chase each other in joyful pursuits.
Skipping around lawns that need to be mowed
It's the happiest they've been since it snowed.
Their antics may not always seem funny,
but it must be great being a bunny.
Spring. Radiant gold rays of sunrise.
Sprinkles surprise from dramatic skies.
Swing heartbeat, flowering Spring,
Stir-up breathtaking flowering buds, it wrings and brings.
Plump long-eared, cotton-tailed bunnies jump,
Zigzag among the green grass and clover, bump
Among yellow daisies, daffodils, and lavender boarder way yonder.
A timeless swing dance among the dawn wonder.
2/29/2024
For our seven kids we bought
last year for their Easter day
seven bunnies. Is that a lot?
Yes, it is. It’s brought great dismay.
Bunnies sure multiply. Oh my!
I could not believe my own eyes.
Although we are NOT in short supply,
we’re not a bunny enterprise!
Bunnies - bunnies are everywhere -
on our sofas and on the floor.
And one was in my underwear.
They are always behind each door.
They are even in our loo,
so what - oh what - can we do?
Should we sneak them into a zoo?
I dare not make a bunny stew.
Because our patience grows so thin,
we will need a great big van.
Then we’ll try to stuff them in
and drive far off. Well, that’s the plan.
We’ll find a field; then with a whiz
we’ll drive away while it’s still dark.
However did Noah keep all his
from running all over the Ark?
SPRING BUNNIES
It’s Spring, when a young buck’s fancy
Turns to … you know what.
And soon the hills will be alive
With bunnies as like as not.
Now I’ve nothing against baby bunnies
And I really don’t like to moan.
But I wish someone would tell them
To leave my carrots alone.
Of course, I blame the parents;
They don’t keep their offspring in sight.
They’re too busy doing you know what,
To teach their young wrong from right.
Its Easter time, Spring has begun.
Now Bunnies are on the run.
Must get those Easter eggs hidden fast.
Can't believe so much time has passed.
Bunnies hopping about zippity-zap.
All warm and cozy from their Winter's nap.
Hurry lil bunnies there’s more eggs to hide.
There's all those colorful flowers outside.
Beautiful blooms are everywhere.
Bring the basket, no time to spare.
One here in the pansies. Colors match well.
A couple near the yellow daffodils, I won’t tell.
Bunnies are you tired? No time for yawns.
Don’t put them near the roses, too many thorns.
You could hide some around the Jacaranda tree.
Bunnies did you save one in your basket for me?
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