E. Fudd by Joseph Earl

E. Fudd

by Joseph Earl

The hairless one with eyes aglow

Pursues endlessly hare

Poor aim shotgun blasts sparks and fire

The swollen head filled with but one

thought

Day, night and times between dreaming

For head of hare on platter

Long, orange carrot stuffed in mouth

Insane, driven by one question

What's up, doc? Asked of rabbit

nearsighted as mole in darkness

Confounded by the grey man with

Long ears, feet big, buck teeth

offers prayers at night by bed

Lord, be merciful to me, a wabbit hunter

Dejectedly the fitful sleep begins

While laughs the rabbit it its hole