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Revenge Of The Rowdy RabbitAfter what had happened last year, the rowdy rabbit still has twisted ears. His black eye is all healed now, but his fur never grew back where I had ripped it out. He planned to get me back, but good, maybe he'll make me chew on some wood. He hopped his way into my house, he was as quiet as a mouse. He came bearing sling shot in hand, I tried to run the other way.... but it didn't work, man. He got me in the a$$ and knocked me to the floor, shoved choclate down my throat as I tried going for the door. He laughed in my face as he stomped on my head, those feet of his were huge he beat me til I was beat red. Being black and blue wasn't making him happy, I could swear to God I just let loose in my nappy. He grabbed me by the hair of my head, swung me around and I landed on my bed. I flopped onto the floor as he did his hoppy dance, I might have to go to the bathroom so I can change my pants. He got me back for what I had done last year, he laughed as he left and slammed the door on my ear. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.27/2005 In order to understand this write, you would have to read "That Rowdy Rabbit," first. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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