by: unknown but it may be Meredydd H.
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Bear with me as this takes some time to tie it all together.
I was married to Brenda who I loved and still love with all my heart and soul. I
wrote her reams of poetry, I snuck into her work to write "I love You" on the bullitin
board for her and al lto see in the morning, I left roses in her car and tried to make her
breakfast in bed on weekends. (Hey, I'm that kind of guy, I make no excuses)
I also teach a public class on Wicca (see the classes page under MISC) and one of the
sessions is an hour on pagan humor. And each session. Brenda would read The
Bunny Charge in a bunny's voice. She collects stuffed toys and loves them very
much.
So, as one of my poems to Brenda, I convinced the coven to sneak over with toy
rabbits and we set them in the Temple with the Tools we made for class and went to
town with a camera.
The next session, while she was reading the Bunny Charge, I started the
slide projector and showed her what we had done for her.
So this, then, was a gift to my love. Now you get it simply because.
Now listen to the words of the Great Mommy, who
was of old also called among rabbits Mopsy, Flopsy, Cottontail and a whole bunch of
other names. At mine warrens, the kids at Looney Tunes made neat sacrifice!
Whenever ye have need of anything, once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full, then shall ye bunch up and hide, and adore the spirit of me whom am Queen of all Bunnies.
There shall ye bunch, ye who are interested in higher education,but haven't yet figured it out; to these will I teach even thingsI don't know.
And ye shall be free from Elmer Fudd, and as a sign ye be really horny, ye shall be naked in your rites, and ye shall hop and twitch, eat carrots and fool around, all for me. For mine is big fun, and mine also is even bigger fun, for my law is playtime.
Keep pure your lettuce patch, ever weed it, let slugs
and aphids not turn you aside; for mine is the secret door that opens ontoNever-Never
Land, and the Cauldron of Somebody-or-other, which is even better than chocolate milk.
I am the Gracious Bunny, who gives the gift of joy unto the tummy of rabbits. Upon earth, I know all sorts of stuff, and beyond death, you get to play.
Nor do I demand sacrifice; for look! I am the Mommy of all living, so I've already got plenty.
Hear ye the words of the Star Bunny, she whose tushy is a cottonball, and whose ears are very long, and whose body is quite cuddly.
I am the beauty of the green carrot tops, and the white parsnips among the weeds, and the splashing in the water, and the desireof the nymphomaniac.
Call unto thy soul; "Hey, soul! Get up and come here
or you don't get any dessert." I'm in charge, and before my whiskers, beloved of Big
Bunnies and little hares, let thine innermost cute self have lots of good times.
Let my worship be within the tummy that grumbles; for look! All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals. Therefore party! party! party! But don't drink and drive.
And thou who thinkest to theek me, know thy theeking ith in vain unleth thou knowetht the mythtery: I don't know either.
But I'm in charge anyway and don't you forget it.
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by: Rick Johnson 
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Tucson, Az.
85717
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