Behind the scenes or shown on screens,
in tails or in a smock
Divinely dressed but a devilish pest
to whomever you cleverly mock
Eh, What’s up doc?
Your loony routines and mischievous means
in true colors so fluid and runny
However askew, I’m still drawn into hue
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
Down rabbit holes or on tender strolls
'twixt non-binarities
Your Creator conjoints my contrapoints
to your merry melodies
No more hairloss remedies!
No “grab-it” goals or gender roles
or bigoted boffola
Yet you drag me along; what could go wrong?
By kink o’ Crayola
I’ll be your Lola
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
Your comic strips shoot hops and skips
throughout my fainted-heart
With classical allusions and Rabbit-Duck illusions
Eluding the eyes from the start
You’re a timeless work of art!
From episodic hair snips to periodic hare clips
Always pictured pretty, punny
From: Barbaric Imbicility, To: Barber of Civility,
My stinka’, My honey,
My dearest Bugs Bunny
