Eric in Ventura is again the challenger for “Peter Rabbit”. I’d never read the book so I had to do a bit of research. (If you like my sonnets, please send wikipedia some money.)
I’m just a boy inside a rabbit skin –
my mother’s words red rag to this young bull –
“The garden’s dangerous, so don’t go in”
the push I needed with the garden’s pull.
The lettuce was delicious, carrots too,
tomatoes, celery, cucumber! Argh, too much!
To fix this tummy ache, parsley will do.
But here’s the man! I must escape his touch.
I’ve shed my coat and shoes and slipped away….
The shed to hide in but oh no, I’m found –
I run, sneak past the cat, ahh, there’s the gate!
And now I’ll streak back home on safer ground.
Mom yelled, “The garden’s not the place to be!”
Sent me to bed with sweet chamomile tea.