January 4th, 2005 - 3:48pm by Slye Fox
Here's a poem I've kept around and post it today because I like it and feel like it.
The rabbit has a charming face:
Its private life is a disgrace.
I really dare not name to you
The awful things that rabbits do;
Things that your paper never prints --
You only mention them in hints.
They have such lost, degraded souls
No wonder they inhabit holes;
When such depravity is found
It only can live underground.
Not that this has anything to do with the real Rabbit, but it is immensely clever. Don't you think?