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Bunpumps

Have you seen in the field
Eight bunpumps in a row
Eight bunpumps, eight bunpumps, all ready to go

You haven’t? You haven’t? Must be the unclipped lawn…
Now there are only seven, and one has gawn :p

Seven little bunpumps in the tallest grass
At least the grass ain’t screaming of how tall it was

The lawns turn into urban meadow, oh what a delight
Not like those boring lawns... City meadows, what a sight!

Son’s never leaving home because there’s no more lawn to mow
Because bunpumps like to live in city meadows ya know

What happened to that number eight, a leprachaun might know
He suspended every holiday to prolongue his very own show

But babies are coming who will take over soon
They overrule any holiday once they have left the womb

The bunpumps will protect them with their killer teeth
So much fun when bunpumps and babies meet

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The inspiration of this poem was a picture posted by artist Rex Win of eight paper mache bunpumps (pumpkin bunnies) and the conversation that followed by that. http://www.ultimatepapermache.com/daily-sculptors-group-page/comment-page-84#comment-150902 15 April 2017 Auteursrechten
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