| Evil Bunny |
| Evil Bunny (1) I let it sit, In it's pit, Covered in spit, Drenched by it. (2) Then I pause, For no cause, Just applause, Then I drown it. (3) It happens to cry, I wonder why, How could I, Have caused it, (4) It does stare, In it's scare, With dispair, I lost it, (5) My heart came, With distain, Felling slain, I release it, (6) I want to shoot, I choose to scoot, I become mute, Realizing I caused it, (end) It's eyes gleam, With It's scheme, It does seem, It's won it. By Kyler St.Clair |
| I wrote this one mate. It's a great poem. Very close to me, like cowboys. Read on my dark ranger. |
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