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Epic poem about a bunny

CaptainWacky

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
A long time ago, when the world was young,
Lived a bunny named Clive, he was well hung,
His ears were long, his tail white and bushy,
He danced in the field, he rested on his tushy,
He lived the girl bunnies, and they loved him back,
Bunny sex was his passion, except when on the attack,
For the mighty bunny nation, of which he was a part,
Was at war with the cats, a war with a forgotten start,

TO BE CONTINUED
 
Ack! These cliffhangers...
 
The cats were wicked, they were cruel,
The conquered the bunnies, harsh was their rule,
But the bunnies thought back, with carrots as swords,
Clive was their leader, to battle he ran towards,
They killed many cat, sliced off their tails,
The bunnies celebrated, brought pleasure by the cats' wails,
And Clive was sad, for at heart he was a bunny of peace,
The world was harsh in Clive's day, especially for his niece,

TO BE CONTINUED
 
Bunnies are teh hot
 
Clive's niece was curious, she strayed for from home,
Some kittens captured her, eager to become known,
To be respected and appreciated, by the older cats,
They raped that bunny girl, an evil act below even rats,
Clive found his niece, crying in a ball,
Said she wanted to die, of her life now pain was all,
Clive flew into a rage, he sharpened his claws,
He went hunting for the kittens, to nail them up by the paws,

TO BE CONTINUED
 
Clive is one bad mad bunny!
 
Clive followed their trail, he hunted all day and night,
The kittens would die, he would make things right,
He loved his niece, he had to avenger her,
The blood of the kittens would flow, and fly would their fur,
He found their home, late one night,
They'd be asleep in bed, unprepared for a fight,
Clive sneaked around the back, of their little kitten house,
Now he hunted the kittens, as they would a mouse
 
Go Clive go!
 
He found the door unlocked, arrogant young fools he thought,
He'd slit their little throats, and leave them to rot,
Clive sneaked through the house, looking for his prey,
He found them curled on the floor, asleep for the day,
He sharpened his carrot knife, ready to kill,
When suddenly a feeling took over, he felt quite ill,
He couldn't kill them, murder was wrong,
Maybe his niece deserved to be raped, she had been wearing a thong
 
Clive fed the house, suffering from guilt,
He wanted to be home, wrapped in his quilt,
He'd betryaed his niece, oh what to do,
He should have killed those kittens, their parents too,
Clive went back home, where his nice was waiting,
She wanted details, had vengeance been taken?
Clived lied and told her, the kittens were dead,
She kissed Clive on the cheek, and his heart filled with dread,
 
The war contiued, and Clive kept lying,
He didn't want to kill, was sick of all the dying,
Yet one day later, while relaxing in a field of grass,
Some kittens came towards him, said they'd kill his ass,
So Clive knew he had no choice, he reached for his gun,
The bunnies had weapons now, some hunted cats for fun,
Clive blew them away, each death took its toll,
The war went well for the bunnies, but not for Clive's soul,
 
Poor Clive
 
The bunnies had won, the cats were their slaves,
Those kitties who refused to serve, were sent to early graves,
Clive was against this, he argued that cats have rights,
But bunny high command, cared not for kitty plights,
Clive sat home all day, made miserable by war,
His niece would vist, but his mood wouldn't thaw,
Clive thought of ending it all, taking his own life,
His niece suggested, he should find a nice wife,
 
Clive looked high and low, for a girl to marry,
He didn't get on with any, he despared to Larry,
Now Larry was Clives friend, he thought in the war,
He hated cats a lot, around his neck he wore a paw,
Clive felt uncomfortable, Larry used to be so gentle,
Now all he thought of was killing, be they cat or gerbil,
For cat high command, were planning an attack,
On the innocent little gerbils, they would slash and hack,
 
Clive was drafted to fight, he had no desire to,
Invading the gerbil homeland, he felt it cowardly for true,
But the attack went a head, the bunnies marched to war,
And many sang happily, they had bloodlust for sure,
Clive wanted them to spare, the gerbil women and children,
But the troops dind't listen, they'd kill anything,
Clive eventually deserted, he could kill no more,
He ran and he ran, to a far and distant shore,
 
BOUT TIME DOG :bigass:
 
sticky?
 
Clive lived in a cave, he saw no other bunny,
Loneliness drove him insane, he'd laugh but nothing was funny,
He thought of taking his life, of ending the pain,
He searched for a gun, but he search was in vain,
He climbed up high, to the top of a cliff he went,
His plan was to throw himself, his body would break not just dent,
And that's when it happened, he heard a female voice,
Telling him to live again, that he had that choice,
 
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I love this poem Wacky.
 
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