Okay, now I am finished. What do you think of this poem?

You think I don’t see you but I most certainly do.


Don’t turn around for you will see me, too.


Yesterday my verbena was full and tall.


Now it looks like it missed summer and went straight to fall.


I know you ate it by the way it now looks.


It was not a fish to eat it near the babbling brooks.


One of these days you’ll go too far,


I’ll set a trap, and you be relocated way out thar.


Far away we’ll go to relocate your hide,


My garden may then be happy you won’t be inside.


Keep on eating the grass for I do not mind.


Rye grass reseeds quickly, which grows back quick in time.


For now I’ll go inside to read my critter notes.


I’d rather have you around than an old billy goat.


My gladiolus you have not yet touched.


You’re so young; guess you don’t know too much.


I fret the day you taste one of them


Because when you do they’ll be gone – bulb and stem.


It says here that no matter what I plant,


You can develop a taste for any plant.


I won’t be cruel and plant something poisonous.


But if you again eat more that grass you won’t live with us.


The toads and frogs do their job with pests,


The garter snakes keep the big birds from making their nests.


Even the squirrels know better than you,


To not mess with my plants that are so new.


If my uncles were here, you’d become a stew.


Be glad they aren’t, I’ve found a friend in you.


But be careful not to cross that line.


I may have my druthers when it comes that time.


Your black and brown fur look good on you,


And your little cotton white tail does suit you.


Those nearly invisible whiskers are still quite short,


And your ears have much growing for your sort.


Your keen hearing makes you scared on garbage day,


When those mean loud men throw away their metal hay.


Shall I call you Doc, or Thumper or Bugs?


I guess just wabbit will do for us.

Okay, now I am finished. What do you think of this poem?
I liked your original version of this. It was fresh and orginal and feels forced now. Stay with your original flow and expression. Just because you don't happen to be somebody's cup o' tea at any given time or place, doesn't mean it isn't good at all. It just means it doesn't happen to appeal to the audience you offer it to.





You polish a thing sometimes and you lose the whole original charming flavor of it. The naturalness was, in my opinion, what made it so interesting and inviting.


Write poetry "your" way. Don't mold it to please others.
Reply:good poem.. I caught him .. but he says he is now coming back for more..and is armed


I snapped this picture of the widdle wascal





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Reply:Very Interesting!
Reply:It's long.
Reply:yes it's very good, i like your poems a lot, i like rabbits i used to breed them, the rabbit is one of my favourite animals, i like doc, yes all so wabbit, but whatever you call him will be fine.
Reply:It's interesting. I was wondering what you were talking about til I got to the end. I like rabbits. I've never had a problem with them in my garden. I put in deep wire fencing around it and it did the job. You didn't rhyme the last line-did you mean not to do that?