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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?
Jesse Bells & Grey Bunny II


I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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