ANGEL SLAYED A RABBIT SUIT

Angel went a hunting-
In the underworld one day.
Deep in the petrified forest
Where the ghoulie babies play.

She took her trusty crossbow
And her arrows straight and true,
Her Uzi and her stiletto,
Broadsword and shot gun too.

Peeping through the twisted willow,
She came upon some plushy prey;
The breeze ruffling their faux fur pelts,
Like a herd of cheap toupee.

Now Plush toy beasts are fearsome,
Manky, skanky, funky fiends
Costumed in threadbare furs,
All splitting at the seams.

Toy fur doesn’t like water,
And plushies love to play out doors,
Moldering their saggy hides
And wearing off their paws.

Angle saw a likely kill,
And held it in her sights
The saggy costume bit the dust,
Red blossomed over white.

Angel caught herself a rabbit suit,
She whooped with grim delight,
She kept the bunny in her bed,
To snuggle with at night….

- Lady Nemesis 2004