Baby Black The Bunny Poem by Lindsey Priest

This is the tale of a rabbit
Who lives near Ashcourt Drive.
Was born the runt of a litter.
So is lucky to be alive.
He’s known by the name of Baby Black,
Who’s idea I cannot tell.
Maybe it came from Lauren,
Or perhaps it was Annabel.
Poor bunny lost his parents
At a very early age,
It soon became clear without them,
He would not live in their cage.
No! A house rabbit he decided,
That’s what he wanted to be,
To visit all the bedrooms
Or sit on someone’s knee.
A very determined rabbit,
Who’ll get just what he needs,
Helping himself to nibbles,
In between his proper feeds.
At night he might sleep with Lauren
In her comfy little bed,
Then he’d nip over and visit Annabel,
Try her bed out instead!
He’d have to avoid ‘Big Philip’
Who might just put him in a pie
But he could rely on Lesley,
To give him an alibi.
Still, life he finds enjoyable,
A bunny of simple tastes,
Like apples, crisps and nuts,
In fact, nothing goes to waste.
The television with its trailing wires
That looks a tasty treat,
How about those furry slippers?
Yes! He could eat both feet!
Their house is very friendly,
Lots of creatures, loads of talk,
But when will they buy a lead and collar
To take him out for a walk?
When the cleaner comes to visit,
It’s wise not to get under her feet
It’s safe in the conservatory
Where he lies beneath a seat.
He’s a creature of distinction
He’s a creature of habit
So don’t offend by saying…
’He’s really just a rabbit! ! ’