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Poor dead bunny

What a tragic mistake

That comedically tragic incident

Involving a birthday cake.

With their eyes wide as saucers

The little children let out a cry.

Who knew this

Unmentionable event

Would cause a little bunny to die

Fur still white

But with the frosting, pink and blue.

And in some spots it mixed

Making it a light purple hue



Poor little bunny

His life was filled with sorrow.

He was never sure if his

Five year old owner

Would clean his cage

Today or tomorrow.

He thought of his siblings

All Five Hundred and Six

And he wondered if they to

Had hoped for a better life than this.

If they felt the shame and guilt

When dressed up with a big pink bow

And were named things like

Fluffy and whiskers

Their birth names stolen

Like James Monroe.

He wanted to hold on to his pride

His dignity

He wanted respect as the scientist bunny

He knew he could be

But, alas, these wishes

He could never fulfill

For who knew on the eve of his escape

He would be brutally killed.



Chaotic giggling and laughter

Thousands of tiny feet pounding the stairs

And the zombie like voice

Of his menacing captor

In their hands

New implements of torture

One involving a sickeningly sweet batter.

With a struggled breath, the bunny did cry

"The revolution begins, my treacherous friends.

We will one day rise.

Hold our heads up high

We are the victors

We are the ones who will

Leave are mark

Blood-stained and glorious!

And this tyranny will come to an end.

So grab your swords, my fellow warriors!

We will not be silent

Of your fiendish torture

At dawn we attack

Prepare yourselves for battle, men

And never look back!"



With this and the twitch of his nose

He struggled in vain

To remove the monstrous bow

Hopped over the presents

And into the words

"Happy 5th Birthday Billy"

The sugar consumed his fur

With the drop of a knife

The crowd did gasp

The sacrifice of a bunny

Now, in half.



Poor dead bunny

With the heart of a tiger

Had passion and fervor

Inside him

A fire.

The family did whisper,

"Let's forget this awful mistake

And this time buy him a puppy

....and a new cake."

A few lies were told

To mask the death

So no one would know

The death of the revolutionary bunny

James "Fluffy Whiskers" Monroe.