When I was little, Bunnies were so soft and cute;
at Easter, the “Bunny” might be a guy..... in a Bunny Suit.
When I was college-age, “Bunnies” were Playboy Girls.
The ones I saw had armor-like outfits to..... go with their curls.
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It's a pity that the ignoramuses on Poemhunter haven't spotted this pretty good poem by Bri. They are all a bunch of flatterers, with their insincere and hypocritical comments. I like this about the Dust Bunnies. I hate them. Dust has a way of dodging the broom and the vacuum cleaner. It's 'inevitable'.
I live in an old villa that is well over a 130 years old and dust bunnies appear sometimes straight after a thorough vacuuming. I suppose sharing our house with two dogs and a cat will make these little darlings appear more frequently.