A home for waifs and strays
Is all that we're good for
Bunny No. 8
Will soon be knocking on our door
His owners will be moving
So he's without a place to dwell
Lucky then, we've got the space
And a spare hutch as well
He'll live the life of Riley
My garage is quite spacious
But I'll have no stamping feet
And he'd better be quite gracious
It'll have to be a 'P' name
As befits our lop-eared story
She's thinking Parsnip, Peter
I'm thinking Purgatory
For she sometimes forgets
That I'm allergic to their bed
Lots of snot and green whatnot
Start leaking from my head
And with extra hay and straw
Comes an extra cough and splutter
Rabbit stew's on the menu
You'll sometimes hear me mutter
I've been sent the choicest photo
As a means to say hello
Sitting there, alone, forlorn
How on earth can I say no?
It seems that Mrs Lee
Has gone and got her way again
Favours need returning
She won't know where or even when
As for you, Mr 'P' name
Seems re-homing's not the issue
While you're settling in, allergies begin
Hope they've thrown in a supply of tissue...
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