in early morn
darting through my suburb
bunny off course
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What's up doc repeats Bugs Bunny
thinking he's being cute and funny
sounding like a wily parrot
while posing chewing on his carrot
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 14, 2025 for contest CARTOON CHARACTER CLERIHEW sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN - RANKED 2ND
Bugs Bunny loves his carrot snack,
He tricks his foes and never looks back.
“Eh, what’s up, doc?”—his teasing cue,
A clever rabbit who’s quick and shrewd too.
Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.
(\(\
(-.-)
o_(")(") Eh, what’s up, doc?
A rabbit's life, tragically upended
because of the company he befriended -
where, once, happiness had brimmed,
he grew old, and his eyesight dimmed.
His brain slowed down like molasses.
'Twas then I saw him wearing glasses.
So, pitifully, he did implore,
but the carrot said, "don't darken my door".
In the end, he took the dead man's walk,
led by a vitamin A-poor celery stalk.
Am l the White Rabbit or Alice ?
am l the the pen or the paper?
do l or did l, go there on purpose or by accident?
Alice went into the Rabbit hole because she followed a Rabbit who knew where he was going
so like Alice, i'm curious
the Rabbit never was, he just knew he was late
he knew where he was going, where he was suppose to be
but i'm also the White Rabbit, l know where i'm suppose to be
because l didn't fall down into the Rabbit hole
l went there voluntarily
l am the pen and the paper
l needed to go...and it's called life.
raven glides in sight
disappears behind oak tree
rabbit under bush
A funny-looking bunny dropped by the other day
black white and brown fur a stray who'd lost his way
and
he let me hand-feed him with carrot tops
and spinach leaves but that is where familiarity stops
for
neither petting nor patting would he permit
this half-wild half-tame non-cottontail misfit
and when
with leaps and bounds he hopped while binking
around the garden it got me thinking
as
blink for a moment and at the drop of a hat
he'd do the disappearing trick in seconds flat
tho'
here one minute and then gone the next
with a nose that twitches maybe he was hexed
or perhaps
he's an astute old soul reincarnated to inhabit
the space and time of this cute magic rabbit
run run run run run the rabbit thinks
frightened nerves sitting on their brinks
knowing his safe bet is a place to hide
he slips under a bush, lying on his side
where did he go? wonders the owl where did he go?
he swoops close to the bush, and flies really slow
the rabbit is quiet, stops breathing almost
not wanting to be dinner or a traumatized ghost
In Manipur's lush forests so bright,
Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight,
Seeking blooms to adorn with care,
An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share.
Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind,
Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design,
Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free,
A waterfall's roar, a sight to see.
A towering tree, with orchids so fine,
Hanging elegantly, a divine sign,
Khamba's eyes widened, wonder did shine,
As Nongban's gaze, with envy did entwine.
With care, Khamba plucked the bloom so rare,
Petals shimmering, like Lai Haraoba's glare,
Nongban's eyes gleamed, admiration did show,
Khamba felt wonder, in nature's gentle flow.
Not its your turn my pretty
to prick your finger on the blade
taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate
now it will reflect back to you
in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock
In every failed friendship, in every loss.
You shall forever remember my name
you shall forever remember this face
and reminisce on what you did to me.
Mess with my peace and tranquility
I will have death knocking at your door.
I am not angry! The hare insisted, stomping his foot on my leg.
The last time I was kicked this hard was in 1982 in Winipeg.
Who said I am angry? He demanded, his face a thunder cloud.
I did not dare answer this question to his face or aloud.
Not angry at all! He yelled, as he threw a pot through my window.
I wanted to get away from him, but he had a devil’s glow.
He was between me and the door, so I pretended I was asleep.
I am not angry! He insisted. He is my cousin, and a creep.
I'm a rabbit. That's what I said,
and I don't care what you have read -
with eyes on both sides of my head,
you won't ever catch me dead.
They hop into my sister’s garden
They are adorable! I say, watching their cheeks chew up her lettuce.
I know they are rodents
But they look like stuffies
One is almost pure white, I name him Marshmallow.
My sister is NAMING these bunnies! My sis yells at her husband.
Marshmallow is hopping around the flowers. Do bunnies eat them too?
Now they are eating my flowers! My sister shrieks.
But they are nearly tame. Her yelling does not strike fear.
They hop around to the cabbage patch
With zinnias in their mouths.
mom easter bunny
laying her eggs in the field
finds springtide hatchling
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Here's a tale of a Rogue Rabbit,
Met a hoodie paschal hermit,
She overcame all her fears,
She munched him, from toes to ears,
Ate the lot, begone, foul furry git!
Related Poems