Bunny Poem

Let me sing you

a waltz

Out of now-

here, out of my thoughts

There is a bunny

in this little poem.

hop hop

the bunny’s name is

Mortimer, but that’s

not a lone just a loan

name.

She is a bunny

Like everything else

Mortimer’s just a synonym

For naming her self.

She’s a good bunny

All honestly bones.

All honestly hearts too

All honesty

Foam. She’s not good for eating

She’s not good for much

Sometimes she eats carrots

When she has her lunch.

Do you believe her

Eating her hay

Did anyone ask her

If she’s got something to say

(she does)

Stranger, I had you for dinner

tasted like vellum

When Mortimer eats this

It won’t go away

When Mortimer pees this

It’ll never spray.