“Where is the hare?”
“Oh, no! On the chair!”
“You swear?”
“Over there!”
“With his nails and his bunny tail bare?”
“You care?”
“Oh yes! Beware! An Impending Nightmare!”
“A rip or a tear?”
“Or worse! We need some small underwear!”
“I’m afraid, alas, there is none to spare!”
“The things that I bear!”
“But this is so rare!”
“It’s just not fair!”
“Should I chase him away, and right down the stair?”
“Oh me! Oh my! Do you really dare?”
“There’s no other choice of which I’m aware!”
“But, this is a job that we should both share.”
“Yes! First, you stand right over here,
and shout and wave your arms in the air.”
“I will! I’ll give him a jolly good scare!”
And they did, with really no further fanfare,
Which took all their brains, with none left to spare.
And, when it was done, the new fabric would wear,
not one single stain, but truly, a pair.
It looked like two bits of chocolate éclair
had dropped on the cloth and, in the sun’s glare,
had melted and soiled it beyond any repair.
And now, when guests are told, "Sit anywhere,"
they tarry a bit and try not to stare.
The use of this seat is, sadly, too rare,
which leads to the lesson we need to declare:
Never to scare a hare on a chair.
© 2014, TomVMorris.
A cautionary tale, of course, on how we deal with challenges. Did you ever dare to scare a hare on a chair?
*First comment, from a little child: "Berry Bunny."
shhhhh
