A bunny hopped upon a stump
and wiggled her little tail,
tapped her foot a time or two
and began to tell her tale.
She spoke of paths she'd traveled
and of gardens she had seen.
She painted picture in young minds
of things they'd never seen.
She told of carrots eaten
in a farmers garden somewhere,
and made the crowd all laugh
when she said she'd swallowed a hair.
And when the sky broke open
and the clouds began to rain.
She hopped on down the bunny trail
to live her tale again.
A contest entry
- Start thinking ? (Younger members welcome) by Silent Cougar.
1750 points, ended October 3, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Clever little ditty right enough.
Brings me in mind of rumping apples and finding the whole sore stomach thing after, still not enough to not go and do it again
Thank you for this entry, it is appreciated.
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Thank you Cougar. I'm not positive what "rumping apples" is, but sounds like fun, hehe. I had fun with this write. Just wish I had time to write in the mornings, intead of at night when my brain is half asleep. Not certain what the other half is doing.
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haha i liked that. Cute..
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smiles, ty. Wrote one once about a bunny and a frog playing music together, but Im not sure where it is right now and this required new writes.
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