“Rabbits”

I will win this battle of wits

You sign of pine

And spray-painted design

For this is clearly instigation

Of a considerably epic confrontation

For the sake of my poor battered sanity

And before resorting to profanity

And a splodey head due to confusion

I must find a suitable conclusion

For what on earth you are there for

But for a clue there is nothing more

Than the word “rabbits” to yield

A reason why you are in the middle of that field.

Are there rabbits for sale?

Now who could believe that tale

Seeing no nearby residence

At which such commerce would take precedence

And no amount or dollar sign

For how to make said rabbits thine

Though you could probably find

Some rabbits there, if you had a mind

Though what your purpose would be

I’d probably rather not see

Are these rabbits perhaps

Like the one in Monty Python and the Holy Grail,

Against which no man can prevail

Which turns knights into bloody scraps?

Do they perchance

In response to my askance,

have nasty sharp pointy teeth?

And a malicious will underneath

The doe-eyed stares

Of those winsome wild hares?

Indeed, beware the rabbits

They’ll tear you to bits.

Perhaps someone took it upon his or her self

To take his or her brains off from the shelf

And announce such beneficial knowledge

Without even having gone to college

That in such a sere terrain inhabits

Oodles and oodles of rabbits

Maybe some sagacious mind

For the good of mankind

Bestowed upon that lucky field

A name for which to yield

I can’t even comprehend what results

Though I can guess that the books he or she consults

Were written in a crayon of the pinkest hue

That it threw the person’s marbles askew.

Whatever the reason

Come hunting season

Over the sign

I no longer need opine