I've Killed The Easter Bunny

                                                                  I'VE KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY

I've killed the Easter Bunny

He just ran out in the road

Blood and guts went everywhere

Mixed with his chocolate load

I didn't see him till it was too late

Impossible for me to stop

His rabbits feet not lucky for him

He's made his final hop

So no one will get Easter eggs

I'm afraid it's all my fault

The remaining ones will become priceless

As if locked up in a vault

His basket is all flattened

A mangled mess of wicker

I Know I would have missed him

If he had only hopped more quicker

I feel like a panto villain

I made his fury head go splat

He's just lying in the road

All lifeless, squashed and flat

Author's Note

There you go..after so many serious ones..one of my more dafter efforts

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This poem has a high level of imagination and most of it goes in directions that most people don't even think of, to include in a poem. "His rabbits feet not lucky for him" -- an example of how your mind may be more quirky than most. I love the way this is a gory fun spoof on this crazily-pumped-up holiday which can appeal to adults & kids (as long as your kids aren't over-protected). There was only one bump in my reading: "And locked up in a vault" (seems unlikely) maybe try: "As if locked up in a vault" . . . always entertaining to stop by! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[George David Hope]

Thanks for the advice. Changed the line. Glad you enjoyed it. Hoping to review more poems soon

[Norman 223]

I hope you realise that you could now end up with Easter egg on your face.
Thanks for the novel concept........and the chuckle!