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Wabbit

#promptuarium #rabbit

At the bottom of the field , there’s a rabbit

Who’s height nearly blocks out the sun

His shadow covers most of the vegetable patch

And to the farmer that isn’t much fun

But he’s tricky this tall furry rabbit

Can’t be shot at and turned into chops

For as soon as the workers can see him

Down a big hole he just pops

And chasing him round fields are a no no

As between them there’s nowt but a mess

More than crop circles created

The locals are somewhat impressed

So instead, hes hived off some patches

For this rabbit to do what he please

In the hope he keeps off the carrots

And dines out on lettuce and peas