Category Archives: Poetry
The Habits of This Rabbit
by Buttons the Bunny
I like to slip-slide down my ol’ bunny hole
I hippity-hop when I go for a stroll
I jiggle my jambs and I wiggle my nose
I like to jump, jump where the green grass grows.
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I have an odd habit of bobbin’ my head
I collect buttons and bounce on my bed
I fiddle a fiddle with no fiddle there
But whatever I do, I do it with flare!
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I dawdle and doodle and dance with a mop
I bugle and bellow and blow bubbles in pop
I chuckle and chortle at jokes that aren’t funny
But I hope you’ll still think me one charming bunny!
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I dart among bushes and dangle from trees
I ask for more berries, and always say “please”
I twiddle and tumble and twist, twist my ears
But I’m hopeful and happy and full of good cheer!
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I try to act rightly whatever I do
I try to speak kindly and politely, too
I share my carrots and eat all the rest
I think on good things and hope for the best
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These are the habits of this rabbit
For me, they’re not strange
These are the habits of this rabbit
Who’d want me to change?
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Granny Vee says, “I wouldn’t want you to change, Buttons! I love you just the funny way you are!”
(C) 2008 CAVenable
The Great, Grey Kangaroo
Way down yonder, in the land Down Under
On the road less traveled, a rabbit met a true wonder.
Having wandered and wandered, a tired rabbit sat down under
A New Caledonian Yew, a New Caledonian Yew.
In the shade of this yew, the rabbit took a little nap
Then all of a sudden, he heard something go “Whap!”
He woke up to find a thick tail upon his lap
And heard a voice booming, “Who are you? Who are you?”
The bunny, he got goose bumps and creepy, heeby-jeeves
His eyes grew wide with wonder. It was not easy to believe
That tail was the appendage of a beast chewing on yew leaves.
It was a great, Great Grey Kangaroo! A great, Great Grey Kangaroo!
“Who are you?” the deep, deep voice resounded once again
“May I ask what you are doing? Are you foe or are you friend?
You’re sitting in my spot. My home I must defend.
Strangers here, I don’t take kindly to, don’t take kindly to.”
The bunny feared and shuddered. He’s so big and I’m so small.
Does it matter if I sit here? thought the bunny so appalled!
The hare summoned his courage and stood up straight and tall
I’ll tell that kangaroo a thing or two, a thing or two!
Then quick as a bunny, the rabbit thought the situation through
Should I anger such a beast? Will he make of me a rabbit stew?
After all, this is his space. I can see his point of view.
So the bunny uttered sweetly, “So sorry, Mr. Roo. So sorry, Mr. Roo.
Why, I’m just a friendly bunny, of course, and I might add,
I didn’t mean by sitting here to make you so, so mad.
I took a short siesta, a little nap just for a tad
But as you can plainly see, my snooze is through, my snooze is through.”
The roo was stunned. “Perhaps I was too quick to jump (no pun do I intend)
Nor were my hasty words meant to thoughtlessly offend.
Let’s take it from the start again and start off as good friends.
After all, I am a Great Grey Kangaroo! A Great Grey Kangaroo!
And I’m really rather lonely here. I’m glad that we did meet
Are you hungry, bunny? Would you care for a bite to eat?
There are the yew leaves, they’re quite tasty. Or if you’d like a yummy treat
I’ll make for us, some gooey cheese fondue, cheese fondue. ”
The cheese fondue was scrumptious, so much so they licked their plates
And they both agreed how great it was to meet by such good fate
Then just for fun and some good sport, though it was getting rather late
The two paddled down the river by canoe, by canoe!
So from that time and ever after, these two buddies they would meet
They found they had much in common, more than just their jumping feet
They liked to talk, hop, canoe, but most of all, to eat.
The bunny and the Great Grey Kangaroo
They shared a lot of meals … of cheese fondue!
© 2008 CAVenable
Ode to the Dodo Bird
Oh, once upon a time
On an island far away
Lived a bird funny-looking and distinct.
But sadly for all time
His kind has passed away
The bad news is the bird is now extinct.
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Sailors landed, unaware
That the birds they clubbed were rare
In this, the men were all quite foresightless.
Their dogs found easy prey
Dodos couldn’t get away
These funny-looking birds were somewhat flightless.
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Never more can he be
Never more will we see
This wobbling bird who once on earth abode.
Never more will we hear
His squawk or song of cheer
So remember him forever in this ode.
© 2007 CAVenable
distinct = unique
extinct = no longer existing
prey = a hunted animal
foresightless = not looking ahead; not careful to consider the future
abode = lived
Please!
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“May I please?” “Would you please?”
That’s the way to ask a favor.
“May I please?” “Would you please?”
That’s the way of a good neighbor.
It’s the wishing word, you see
“Please” is like a golden key
It opens doors. It gets attention.
Then it’s time to pose your question.
It opens doors of hearts to hear
Then add a smile for more good cheer
Please!
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© CAVenable 1997
Jackrabbit Mack
How many words can you find that rhyme with “Jack”?
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Jackrabbit Mack
By the Bard Owl
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I want to tell you a story about a rabbit named Mack
He was a jackrabbit, and he lived in a shack.
This hare’s hair was gray but his round tail was black
And his favorite food was – who would guess? – flapjacks!
He ate them for breakfast, for dinner, for snacks.
He attacked stack after stack of fluffy flapjacks.
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Now one day Mack was hungry and flapjacks he lacked.
So he hopped down the lane to see old Farmer Zack.
He asked, “May I, please, buy and then pack in my sack
Some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked?
I’m really, really hungry and flapjacks I lack.
As soon as I pack them, I’m on the fast track
Back home to flip flapjacks – a great big stack!”
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Said Farmer Zack to the rabbit, “Put your money back.
If you’re really that hungry, I’ll go you one better, Mack.
We can both enjoy breakfast in my kitchen round back.
I’ve got some flour, some sugar and some eggs that aren’t cracked,
But we really must crack them to make flapjacks.
I can mix the batter, but I haven’t got the knack
To flip flapjacks on the griddle. I always burn them black.”
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Mack was ecstatic and thanked old Farmer Zack.
So they both went together to the kitchen round back.
Zack mixed the batter and Mack flipped the flapjacks.
They both sat at the table, said grace, then attacked
Stack after stack of golden, fluffy flapjacks
All of them flipped by Jackrabbit Mack.
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© 2002 CAVenable
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WORD TIPS
ecstatic = super, super happy
knack = talent