A Bunny Of Two Generations
by Lord R.e. Taylor
Mom, I used to be your friend
You remember back when you were five
We were always together…. always
You got dirty, and I got dirty
I spent so many hours getting washed
I liked it, but I love hanging on the line better
Got to watch you play without me
You didn’t know that always made my day
Now, you have a little angel all of your own
You found me hiding in the attic
Yeah, I was dirty, I always was
So, I got all washed and cleaned up
No, dryer for me though
You hung me just like your mom did
I have a feeling for your little girl, and I
Well, we are going to be as we were
So long ago when we were dirty and best friends
© Poem – XVII/II/MMXXVI
LRET
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