NaPoWriMo – Day 8 – Twenty Little Poetry Projects

Toy bunnies feed his soul.
He has too many toys.
Smelling the Autumn air 
sinking his teeth 
into the spongy grey fur
dangling from its squeaky paws.
It tastes like peanut butter. 
April showers rock n roll 
like Elvis on a Memphis stage.
He needs more bunnies.
Did he eat all the peanut butter?
Gee whiz! 
If I wash him, it’ll rain.
It’s alright mama.
The caramel pup of happiness
sleeps during thunderstorms
and climbs trees in Autumn.
Chum shouldn’t buy more bunnies.
Payday comes in seven days
Jesse Bells heard the ringing.
Suspicious minds 
will be disappointed.
C’est la vie! 
The toy bunny fights for life 
under the zealous pup.
Why does it smell like peanut butter?