***Warning: Some bad *** language.***
There's a rabbit in my garden,
Just like in nursury books,
This little bastard's not Peter,
He hasn't Peter's looks.
I admit the ***** looks cute,
But he's not wearing Peter's suit.
This little asshole's wearing fur,
The ******* critter's hunching,
The mother fucker's munching
On all my sweaty work.
My cat's hardly a terrorist,
His name's not Benjamin,
The lazy **** lies in the sun,
His shadow moves more than him.
I could lure him in,
Use arrow and a bow,
Catch and skin
The little ****
To fashion my scarecrow.
I lined the **** in crosshairs,
He lifts and sniffs the air,
As if he sensed a certain fear
Impending doom was near.
I thus approached,
We both stood there,
There's something about him
We both shared,
As if we were a pair.
I did the same,
When I was young,
I thought the world
Was mine for free,
And gathered all my oysters.
His innocence
Wasn't lost on me.
Hold on,
This tale's not quite done.
The oyster fucker's still in my garden.
The **** can live,
But must stay out,
I spread blood meal about.
And gathered all my oysters
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
***Warning: Some bad *** language.***
There's a rabbit in my garden,
Just like in nursury books,
This little bastard's not Peter,
He hasn't Peter's looks.
I admit the ***** looks cute,
But he's not wearing Peter's suit.
This little asshole's wearing fur,
The ******* critter's hunching,
The mother fucker's munching
On all my sweaty work.
My cat's hardly a terrorist,
His name's not Benjamin,
The lazy **** lies in the sun,
His shadow moves more than him.
I could lure him in,
Use arrow and a bow,
Catch and skin
The little ****
To fashion my scarecrow.
I lined the **** in crosshairs,
He lifts and sniffs the air,
As if he sensed a certain fear
Impending doom was near.
I thus approached,
We both stood there,
There's something about him
We both shared,
As if we were a pair.
I did the same,
When I was young,
I thought the world
Was mine for free,
And gathered all my oysters.
His innocence
Wasn't lost on me.
Hold on,
This tale's not quite done.
The oyster fucker's still in my garden.
The **** can live,
But must stay out,
I spread blood meal about.
And gathered all my oysters
