Time to Evolve

Fluffy don't play that game.

Being born to follow the chain,
Stapling me fluffy as a name.
Follow the rules and be lucky,
Don't eat me, eat the ducky.

I don't care for this predisposed deposition,
Give me a knife and I give a new proposition.
They tell me to run and hide in a hole,
Maybe I will just turn and take their soul.

But bunny you are given the tools of flight,
Ya well buddy its time to turn and fight.
I sharpen my claws and file my teeth,
God better have ready a s**t load of wreaths.

Now comes the fox clad in weapons,
Guess I better start running like hell to the heavens.
Make him think he is just going through the motions,
He is now upon me, time to change his emotions.

With a sudden stop of my deception,
I started wielding my new imperfections.
He yips and howls while in a startled fright,
I guess he did not enjoy my little bite.

Time to make him wish he was hidden,
Boy these new claws sure can dig in.
Now I wish I could of been a winner,
But he's a fox, he still had his dinner.

Reviews

[Mk.t.g]

"Being born to follow the chain,
Stapling me fluffy as a name.
Follow the rules and be lucky,
Don't eat me, eat the ducky."
Honestly, the power these lines hold is awe-inspiring. I recently came across your page, and I must say, I am immensely impressed by your talent, Joe! Thanks for sharing!
Mk.t.g

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...one of the best I have read this whole year!!!

[Matching Socks]

I like it, I thought it was going to be real cutesy but nope. Done like dinner...
Nice job, great flow, love the rhymes.

[Shy Joe]

Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Matching Socks]

Welcome...

[Dhaye]

This reminds me of my pet, a rabbit eaten by my another pet which is a dog.

Your poem is cute and cool! Nice rhyming.

[Shy Joe]

Thank you. I very much appreciate it.