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A small, bunny, rabbit
and European brown Hare
went on a date,
heaven knows where.

Out to the garden
where the was plenty of food,
for who knew what Ms. Rabbit,
thought would taste good.

Carrots were first on the list,
the #1 item on the menu.
Came next the lettuce,
which was much easier to chew.

Pausing to munch
on a carrot or two,
asking the waitress,
what should I do?

Pick something sweet,
and easy to chew,
is what I would choose,
try it you've nothing to lose.

What they ate was
scrumptious food,
knowing the next time,
would set the mood.

Lighting flashing overhead.
I awoke with a start,
not knowing where I was,
in my chair but not the cart.

The cart, was not needed,
a bad dream was gone,
no need to worry,
I was not in the great beyond.

A long, tailed racoon,
went to the Moon.
He was searching, for
his friend the Loon.

Long was the journey,
to his own Moon.
It was an adventure,
ending too soon.

A fictional journey,
about a fork and a spoon,
just another story,
in this month of June

I recently made a car rental reservation online through DOLLAR RENT A CAR. But when I reached their rental car counter at a few minutes before its closing time, I learned something very unexpected: DOLLAR RENT A CAR does not rent cars - at least not to me. Imagine my surprise. 
Read the heartfelt letter I sent thanking them for the truly unforgettable experience they put me through.

Forlorn,
I am lost,
need to explain,
why it is difficult,
for me to self-train.

A flame, now lit
as a story came,
about one person,
with a funny last name.

Joe Dweed, was the man
who had to place blame,
on the person,
with the funny last name.

So, what, you say,
it has already been said.
It's nuts, full of heartaches
and sorrow, so he fled.

Why run away when
you have a funny last name,
it was nothing you did.
There's no reason for shame.

Turkey neck,
chicken legs,
pot belly,
beer, the dregs.

Why do we choose
to use animal anatomy
to describe what others
will certainly see.

The skin has wrinkled
as I've grown old.
What once was toned,
has now many a fold.

Skin drapes down,
it hadn't in the past
and here I am,
an anatomical mass.

Up she jumped,
into the sky,
over the moon.
A fable or a lie?

He fumbles
and
mumbles,
when left alone.

He won't
be
with us,
not very long.

If love was a number,
would it be odd or even?
If you must choose,
Seven or eleven.

A ditty from the,
"Two, four, six, eight"
chanting about
"Who do we appreciate?"

We all have a number,
which we will choose.
Not ones or "Snake eyes"
stay with threes or twos.

The lines, in this babble
of words which I write,
are becoming idiotic,
this sleepiest night.

So off to bed, I will go
my words will be few.
Goodnight to you,
Farewell and adieu.

He went camping,
amongst the trees.
Moving fast, hitting his head,
bringing him to his knees.

When you walk in the dark,
remember branches on trees,
to avoid ending up,
on your rear end or knees.

When daylight,
waxes the dawn,
don't go outside,
with sox, onto the lawn.