I’m not sure about the future of CCiZ but if I have to go I’ll do it with a laugh.
The fuzzy mists of Autumn
Made golden by the sun,
Lent veils of light to trees and shrubs
And things that rhyme with “un”.
Into that crisp and mellow day
Emerged our hero, Bob,
Dressed to the nines in a suit and boots
He really looked a nob.
For a rabbit he was quite the man
A well-read, gentle soul.
Well, normally, that is to say
For today his mood was foul.
His head felt swollen, fit to burst
And he muttered something sinful.
The night before he’d hit the booze
And taken in a skinful.
High on a branch above his head,
A thrush sang out its heart.
Bob shook his fist and shouted out,
“You can quit that for a start!”
“That racket is intolerable,
That stupid high-pitched trilling.
It sets my teeth all on edge
Just like a dentist drilling!”
The thrush then stopped his warbling song.
“Shut up yourself,” he hissed.
“I’m not about to still my tongue
Just ’cos you got pissed!”
Bob glared at his tormentor
With eyes of blood-shot red.
His lip curled into quite a snarl
As he wished the bastard dead.
After turning up his collar
He slouched off down the lane
Then suddenly, a piercing shriek
Made worse his throbbing pain.
The Hedgehog boys jumped into sight,
“Good Morning Mr. Rabbit!”
Then they danced about and yelled a lot,
A normal children’s habit.
“Shut up! Shut up!” the bunny cried,
“There is no need to shout!
Shut up this awful caterwaul
Else I’ll land you each a clout!”
Out from her tidy burrow
Mrs. Hedgehog’s head did pop,
One paw clutched tight a duster,
The other held a mop.
Her shrewd brown eyes took in the scene
And she frowned at all the fuss.
She said, “Really, Mr. Rabbit
You’re behaving like a wuss!”
“My kids are playing in the sun
And doing no one harm.
You’ve never bawled them out like this,
What’s happened to your charm?”
“There’s a better place to play, I think,”
The bunny he did crow.
And inclined his head towards the road
Beyond the tall hedgerow.
Mother Hedgehog’s eyes grew round
And she chewed her bottom lip.
For a moment she was lost for words
Then finally let rip.
“Are you suggesting what I think,
You stupid lop-eared f***?
That my kids go play on the big highway
To get squished by a truck?”
With mop in hand she charged at him
And landed quite a thwack.
“Come here you drunken prick,” she yelled,
“’Cos your skull I’m going to crack!”
Common sense dictated
That the bunny run like Hell,
So he took off rather sharply
To the Tinkling Ringing Dell.
Will there be a Part II? Who knows. CCiZ in now in the lap of the gods. Let’s hope that Blind Io is feeling mellow.