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The Beast of Aaargh

The killer rabbit of Caerbannog

By Mark Stigers Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

I am a creature fierce they say.

I will rip off your head.

You will want to run away,

or you will be one of the dead.

You have been warned,

stay away from me,

or you may be one that I’ve scorned,

and then you will cease to be.

How do you fight

Such a terrible force.

I am just a bunny white,

with terror at its source.

Will you use the holy hand grenade?

You must count to three.

Then by my body you can parade.

My death you will see.

What shall you do,

in the face of such a monster grim?

It is up to you

to find away to win.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Mark Stigers

One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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    Written by Mark Stigers