I don’t want to be an Easter bunny
I think Easter is all rot
‘Cos those humans try to catch me
And put me in a pot.
Or cover me with chocolate
For their awful brats to eat.
I could not even run away
They’ve made key rings of my feet.
What career is right for bunnies?
Not IT – too many bugs.
I don’t want communications
‘Cos they’d utilise my lugs.
I wouldn’t consider politics.
My career would soon get stuck
I know that I would be ignored
They always pass the buck.
So I’ll just remain a lazy bunny
And do what I do best,
Twice Tuesdays, three times Thursdays.
Other days? Oh, Stuff the rest.
Irene C S ClarkHogg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-working-bunny/
