Rabbit Hole Poem by John Paul Butler

The Grinning Reaper breathed
An airless scythe of relief and then
The poor little creature finally dropped

They held the Easter Bunny's funeral
On the day before Christmas
So Santa Claus couldn't make the ceremony
But he sent his condolences with Cupid
Saying it was Mother Nature
And had only been a matter of Father Time

The gremlins of Halloween howled
Which made the Tooth Fairy cry even more
As God sent down his angels from heaven
To collect the hapless soul
Because it was His mix up that caused this
And not myxomatosis

Then drawing proceedings to an end
Death himself muttered
‘In the name of the Father and the Son
and in the hole he goes'