06-28-2015, 02:47 PM
Haha! I wrote a little companion limerick to further satisfy my twisted sense of humor.
The Punishment Fits the Crime
There once was a poet named Keith
who wrote of a small furry thief;
this rabbit got raped,
his rear left agape,
at the thought of a carrot, he weeps.
The Punishment Fits the Crime
There once was a poet named Keith
who wrote of a small furry thief;
this rabbit got raped,
his rear left agape,
at the thought of a carrot, he weeps.