RABBITS IN MY GARDEN

HOUR TWENTY ONE

POEM # 21

24HOUR

POEM

MARATHON

RABBITS IN MY GARDEN

Rabbits in my garden,

I beg your pardon.

Hearing them crunch,

Having their lunch.

So good was a beet,

They had two repeat.

Getting their fill,

On twigs of dill.

Gave their friends a call,

Found large cabbage ball.

Now instead of two,

There are quite a few.

Rabbits hopping about,

All crunching no doubt.

Eating,everything in sight,

Morning,noon and night.

Their white tails fluffed.

Their tummies stuffed.

Written by Carl Mann

The kurlman

6-14-2015

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