Easter Sunday Poem Day
Bad bunny
Bad bad bunny
Black hat tilted between his ears
Squinty eyes and silver spurs
He’s the one the coyote fears
Just that icy chill which he confers
Sleek and dangerous
The doe-eyed girls agree
Bad ass bunny
Come to steal your eggs
He’s as bad
as a bunny could be
So when easter comes
and you search for chocolate to fill your tums
Watch out for the dark corners
Or a sudden silver flash
And keep an eye out as you compete
If you want to keep your treats.