So, I'm taking a creative writing course this year at the university and honestly, it's my favorite class so far. On Tuesday we did this neat, little exercise in class where we had to write a poem ... except we didn't actually write the poem all by ourselves. The professor provided the first line and we had to write the second and then we passed the poem to the right and the next person wrote a line and so on and so on until it finally came back to us at which point we had to write the last line and give our poem a title.



My poem is entitled, "Bunnies Have No Taste In Shoes," and it goes a little something like this:



I can't understand it.

Why does the bunny wear glasses?

I don't want to believe it,

But it's right there in front of me:

A rabbit in spectacles.

And a top hat to boot.

And in his left hand

A cane, a cane, a black walking cane.

His loafers are shiny, but yet so ugly -

Is that alligator skin?

Oh my. Not again.

So tacky, such a fashion faux-pas,

But who am I to judge?

Is this Dancing with the Stars?

No, my mind is deceiving me.

Of course, bunnies can't dance.



Best. Class. Ever. Hey, we can't write romance all the time, right?

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Ana Hart is a writer of erotica and romance and an Internet celebrity wannabe. She also films a crazy awesome vlog each week. The latest episode can be found HERE. Subscribers to her YouTube channel are getting cookies for Christmas. You can see the deets HERE.




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