kiss my arctic monkeys

stop making the eyes at me

this is a story.
a story about a rabbit.
this rabbit, he was different.
instead of the usual floppy ears,
his ears were stubby.
useless for hearing, really.

but no, this rabbit was not discouraged.
he did everything he could to fit in with the rest.
he walked like they did,
he talked like they did,
he even slept as they did.

but there was no denying the fact,
that he was different.
too different.

dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness!

now this rabbit,
he wanted to badly to be like the rest.
but sadly, maybe he didnt know it,
but his antics,
they'd seen it all.
they were old, last century.

scantily clad under the clear night sky

the rabbit, he persevered.
everyday he would watch them other rabbits,
watch them as they laugh,
as they made merry.
then the rabbit, he would bug them.
wanted a share of their carrots he did.
he persisted,
made himself a pain in the ass,
just so maybe, he could be like them.

but he never did.
and he never will.
because why?
this rabbit, he never learned.
not with stubs for ears.

the point's that there aint no romance around there