Bunnies And How To Corrupt Them Poem by Autumn Hanna

They got tired of me writing poems about death, destruction and such,
So I decided to do something with a less morbid touch,

My favorite season came to mind,
Winter with its snow and then of course, Christmas time,

But then with the thought of presents and more,
Came the idea of a Black Christmas, entrails and gore,

So I quickly turned to something else,
And tried to put my grimness away on a high shelf.

Then I tried a moon lit night,
And walking in the pale moonlight,

But then I remembered a little number I had read,
About a blood moon and innocence dead,

So I tried one last time,
To come up with something on the light side of the line.

I thought and thought and then I had it!
How about a fluffy bunny rabbit? !

And here I thought I couldn't go wrong,
But indeed it wasn't long,

Till that fluffy bunny grew vicious teeth
And became un-fluffy and that was saying the least,

I quickly stopped before I added a ravenous blood lust to its red eyes,
And let it turn into something that they would despise.

It was then that I gave up,
My gift was not for writing about bunnies and happy stuff, but turning them and making them corrupt!

So I smiled and started with the bunny again,
If they didn't like it then I guess the bunny will just have to eat them!