You made your bed, now you can lie in it

You killed and cooked your son's pet bunny.

Now you laugh but it's not funny.

It's wrong to kill a kid's pet.

When you see him cry, it will be something that you'll regret.



Your son loved that rabbit, it was his pride and joy.

I feel sorry for him because he's going to be a sad little boy.

You want me to tell him so that you won't have to see him have a fit.

Hell no! You made your bed, now you can lie in it.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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