A poem by Clover (with photo, of course!)

My hobby is eating, I do it all day.
I can soon munch my way through a pile of fresh hay.
On the lawn I will nibble a blade here or there,
Til the grass is quite gone and the lawn is quite bare.
Lovely herbs are delicious, just give me the pot;
Basil, parsley and dill, I will eat the whole lot.
Is that carrot you’re holding? My favourite treat!
Give it here! Hurry up, or I might bite your feet.
I can also chew hutch legs, and ramp sides and doors,
‘Cos the wood tastes so nice, and it’s fun too, of course.
So I graze through the hours, I’m a happy wee bun,
You can see it’s my hobby by the size of my tum.

:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: look at the round tummy :lol::lol::lol::lol:

Great poem!

Smurfy: You's iz good at writings and yous does have a big tummy. I also does lots of eatings but my tummy doezn't grow.

Beige: Clover, I think that last line should read... the size of your bum

i love the poem, and what a cute fluff tum you has!!

:lol::lol:Your bunnies are very talented!

Great poem Clover
I can see you eyeing up that parsley - bet as soon as that photo was taken you were straight in the pot :lol:

Bun-Mum-Tammy said:

Great poem Clover
I can see you eyeing up that parsley - bet as soon as that photo was taken you were straight in the pot :lol:

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Clover: I like basil the best, but I'd demolished the pot of basil so mummy took it out to grow again and I have to make do with a parsley pot, which is nice but not the bestest.

Little fluffy football!

Love it - Brilliant!

She's soooo cute!

Bitzy said:

Love it - Brilliant!

She's soooo cute!

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Clover: I am HE!!!! I had to write a poem not long ago 'cos everybody thought I was a she :roll: Silly mummy thought I was girl, but I was just a late developer.

A Mixed Up Bunny

Please don’t call me ‘she’.
I’m an absolute, definite ‘he’!
Yes, I’m pretty, it can’t be denied;
But a bunny boy must have his pride.
I’m a lad, with a girl bunny’s name;
It’s an absolute crying shame!

When I was quite young,
I was named a bit soon,
For they thought that I was a wee girl.
So they called me Sweet Clover;
But soon they could see
That I wasn’t a girl,
But a big strapping ‘he’,
Being called a girl makes my toes curl!

The name now has stuck, and I’m ‘Clover’, or ‘Clo’
And occasionally ‘Sweet Clover-Belle’.
I am cuddly and soft, with small ears and big eyes,
But I still say it’s easy to tell;
Yes, I’m really a boy, take a look underneath;
There’s the proof....what? There’s nothing to see?
Ah, yes, well, I did have ‘The Op’
But I’m still undeniably ‘me’.

‘Me’ is a healthy young male,
I’m an absolute, definite ‘he’.
I am trying so hard to be a tough guy,
So please don’t call me ‘she’.

You are SO clever! Brilliant!