Silly Rabbit

No longer mocked for his stupid dim wit,
Victory has come for the Trix Rabbit.
Slowly stalking from his disgusting hole,
He crept up on a boy feasting from a bowl.

Wanting attention with intentions to gloat,
He ignored the bowl and struck at the throat.
Disregarding the rule which the law forbids:
“Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!”

His muddled white fur then stained in red,
He finished the bowl, and grinning he said,
"Oranges, Lemons, and Grapes I see;
The fruit taste of Trix is all for me.”

Troy's Hands

Troy's hands are sweaty and cracked,
scars and scabs covered by his heavy brown gloves.
Pushing the lawnmower with one hand, he brings
his other hand up to his mouth, taking a drink from
a warm can of Busch Light.
I would think he imagines his property is a wild jungle,
and he needs to clear a path so we can all be safe.
I'll ask him how much longer until he's finished with
his chores, or if he needs me to start chopping wood.
"Damn it, Rodney," he'll reply, "get me another beer."

You're Really Growing on Me

You were with me every day,
Hugging my good looks and
Caressing my rugged face.

You kept me warm.

A regal figure,
Like Abraham Lincoln or
Henrik Zetterberg.

You made me feel accomplished.

Always together,
Nobody could separate us.
You complemented my smile.

You grew on me.

I had to cut you off.
We had been so close,
The shave was closer.

Without you, I feel naked.
I look younger.
I feel colder.

You’ll come back to me,
To fill in the gaps in my life.
I know this,
It’s almost playoff season.