A random sonnet that I had to write for my English class; such a boring class…

“Death of a Bunny”

Oh there once lived a bunny named Molly,

Who was always in some sort of trouble.

For poor Molly was quite prone to folly,

And her fun always burst like a bubble.

She had always loved to play in the trees,

In the groves where the bees kept their honey.

She stole it each day, which angered the bees,

Though their stings meant nothing to this bunny.

One day as she played at such a great height,

The bees flew behind her without a sound.

They suddenly gave poor Molly a fright,

And she jumped and she fell, down to the ground.

Now all of her friends visit the grave often,

To stand before her honey-filled coffin.