Rampant Rabbit Poem by John Wathen

I've been replaced by a Rampant Rabbit.
a bloody mechanical toy,
that seems to have the habit
of giving my Girlfriend joy.

I've been left on the back burner
and I know who is to blame.
She's turning up on every High st
Ann Summers is her name.

Now I did'nt mind when my girlfriend first shopped there,
and came back with satin and lace,
but her lastest acquisition
soon wiped the smiloe off my face.

I thought I was a considerate lover
who could make love for most of the night
but this things thats made out of plastic
as knocked me clean out of sight.

The bloody thing never gets tired
just a renewal of battery now and then
and it keeps on buzzing for hours
again and again and again.

I will get my own back one day
I'll just wait till my girlfriends not in
then I will grab hold of that rampant rabbit
and kick him into the bin.