NaPM April 11 2015

[cidermaid]

Perry (AKA the flea ferry) calls round at the flopsy residence.

Perry:
Dear bunny,
let me see your babes
with their sweet little ears
and their cutesy cotton tails.

Mrs Flopsy:
In our burrowed cave, we would rather stay --
I saw you kill my cousin just the other day.

Perry:
Ah yes; I recall him,
a right little squealer,
telling retched, wicked tales;
I did no such thing as bite him...

Mrs F:
No, no, no, that is not so.  You ate him head and all!
Now all my babes are traumatised and all they do is bawl.

Perry:
... I might, perhaps have shaken him,

but I really must protest;
it was an honest accident,
when the whiplash broke his throat.

Also, I could not avoid to swallow,
his furry coat had made me choke,
as I gave him mouth to mouth.

Mrs F:
Be gone foul beast with blood bathed teeth.
Upon my babes you will not feast.

Perry:
O contraire my dear,
I sadly fear, I really must insist.
Now please desist, the foul referals;
you may as well assist my dig,
                                                                                                                                               
(through muffled teeth)...its pointless to resist.