Not much to offer
I’m light in the coffer–
–but sakes! what a coif I affect…
an updo
~undone~
the bunny-est bun
with
/ tendrils /
to grace my longneck…
It mussed in the gust
(& needs to be brushed)
as along trail I rushed–
–of white hare…
Consumed with the clockwork
(& random ad-hoc work)
that rabbits-that-talk work–
–can snare…
A clerk for the queen
(who’s light on Brylcreem)
to this end
~and my own~
I’m a runner–
–2 feat without map
(I don’t give a crap)
since rabbitty chap
is a wonder…
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