Bunny Massacre

(Open a book to pg 36 and write a poem about it.)

Eight years old at the movie store

Unknowingly picked up a tape of cartoon gore

The cover showed bunnies

So, how bad could it be?

Eight year old me

Had no idea what I was about to see

Teeth and claws and bunny snares

Horrified, all I could do was stare

Frozen in fear with a permanent frown

I still remember the first time I watched Watership Down

As an adult I’ve grown to love the mess that it caused

Even though a piece of my childhood was lost