13 January 2013

It looms In the late morning mist Eerily appearing There's a rustle We both jump... And... And We both scream. A bunny?... Comes out of the bushes.

But the lift continues Pole... This isn't right. The top of the mountain Is pole 16

And we just passed it.

The mist is thicker Forming shapes No, a thing. We are approaching A strange Blackish light And we are at a portal We scream again When all of a sudden The bunny is back And he's a transforming Super Bunny!!! (It's a deer... It's a bird... It's Super Bunny!)

And then he cackles evilly And we know That he's corrupted Like all those politicians:)

And the moral is, Don't trust politicians! (Or evil super bunnies.)

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