There Are Bunnies in TeacupsA Poem by Lone Wolf The curious things in the world. There are bunnies in teacups. There are teacups on tables. There are tables on floors. There are floors in houses.
Of all the curious things in the world, Bunnies in teacups. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Bunnies, their faces adoring. Their ears a bit too long for their heads. Tucked into bright golden teacups. Teacups on tables.
There are teacups on tables. There are tables on floors. There are floors in houses. There are houses on streets.
Of all the curious things in the world, Teacups on tables. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Teacups, their patterns adoring. Their handles a bit too big for their cups. Placed neatly on the polished table. Tables on floors.
There are tables on floors. There are floors in houses. There are houses on streets. There are streets in cities.
Of all the curious things in the world, Tables on floors. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Tables, their weathered faces adoring. Their legs a bit too long for their surface. Placed neatly onto the mopped-clean floor. Floors in houses.
There are floors in houses. There are houses on streets. There are streets in cities. There are cities in countries.
Of all the curious things in the world, Floors in houses. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Floors, their vivid patterns adoring. Their tiles a bit too big for the pattern. Set neatly into the well-cleansed house. Houses on streets.
There are houses on streets. There are streets in cities. There are cities in countries. There are countries in the world.
Of all the curious things in the world, Houses on streets. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Houses, their panels and tiles adoring. Their chimneys a bit too long for their roof. Tucked tightly inside the tightly-packed street. Streets in cities.
There are streets in cities. There are cities in countries. There are countries in the world. The world.
Of all the curious things in the world, Streets in cities. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Streets, their rows of houses adoring. Their paths a bit too long for the neighborhood. Fit neatly into the pattern of the city. Cities in countries.
There are cities in countries. There are countries in the world. The world. The great big world.
Of all the curious things in the world, Cities in countries. They draw my attention. Wide-eyed curiosity.
Cities, their pinpoints of light adoring. Their buildings a bit too tall for the surroundings. Fit neatly into the vast space of the country. Countries in the world.
There are countries in the world. The world. The great big world. A place of curiosities.
Where there are bunnies in teacups. Where there are teacups on tables. Where there are tables on floors. Where there are floors in houses. Where there are houses in streets. Where there are streets in cities. Where there are cities in countries. Where there are countries in the world.
It all starts... With those bunnies in those teacups.
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