This one is especially for Holly and Ann 🙂
Babbit and Fred,
Are good little rabbits, mostly,
They go in to breakfast,
But not Fabbit’s fave, as his face seems to say.
His foot starts tapping,
His nerves are on edge,
His brothers are wide-eyed
They know what comes next,
Fabbit is getting annoyed!
‘Duh ma! How could you! You know I hate Beetabicks,
I want Legaloggs – *Right Now!*
I can’t grow big and strong
On something that’s wrong,
And Beetabicks is cruddy chow!’
His rave grows to rant
As close by is scant
Being given to him,
His ma just ignores
His raving implores,
A raised eyebrow is sent on with vim.
‘Duh ma! I want …’
‘I want doesn’t get,’
Oh oh, now there’ll be trouble,
Shy, sly glances suggest
That it would be best
To leave pretty quick, at the double.
Fabbit beats his brothers to it,
The dish hits the floor,
He, furiously shaking, slams out the door.
Ma turns to the boys
And says calmly, poised,
‘Eat your breakfast, lads, you may have more.’
Polly Robinson © 2012