Mr. Bun Bun

09-19-05

Pretty little bunnies go hop hop hop,
Big fizzy sodas go pop pop pop.

Everyone loves the land of mojination,
It’s created from the worlds greatest imagination.

Pink fluffy lint balls float in the air,
But all this happiness is hard to bear.

All the little birds talk and peep,
Therefore my hatful feelings are hard to keep.

The sun always shines in my eyes and hair,
But refuse then their love? I would not dare.

So one day a fluffy bunny walked by,
This time I swore that it would die.

Dark rain clouds begin to roll in,
Now the land of mojination fills with sin.

Now I pull my sword from its sheath.
Now I eat my evil candy bar, the heath.

I now have a sugar rush
I’m ready for their blood to gush.

I look down at Mr. bun bun,
“Hey, you ready to have some fun!”

Mr. Bun Bun can only smile at me,
For my evil plan he cannot see.

Years of mojination has taken his fear,
I raised my sword and got my ass in hear.

Now Mr. Bun Bun try’s to run,
The land of mojination isn’t so fun.

Before his first hop
Mr. Bun bun goes “pop!”

His head rolls off into the grass,
He used to be the biggest pain in my ass.

Standing near by was Mr. bun buns wife
For her I will use my 8 inch knife.

She ran from me quickly heading for her hole,
I don’t care I’ll kill her ass and her best friend mole.

She makes it to her hole and I can’t fit in,
I yell and scream in anger but then I realize the sin.

The sin transformed the lint balls
I now hear their evil thoughts and calls.

Their black like soot and have long sharp fangs,
They swarm the rabbit hole in gangs.

I smile evilly and begin to command
This new power is awesome and grand.

I hear squeals of pain and gushes of blood
And soon the hole begins to flood.

The little black lint balls float out
Dropping pieces of bun bun flesh about.

I put away my weapons and try to wipe them clean,
No longer can the sin be seen.

The sun shows again and the air becomes clear,
The ones gone now those with fear.

I find the lint balls looking pink once more,
Those evil things I oh so adore.

The smell of bun bun fills the air
The land of mojination is once more fair.

No more Mr. or Mrs. Bun bun,
No more hippity humpity fun fun.

But if by chance those bastards come back,
This time it will be their heads I crack.