Non-Cliché+Poem+about+Bunnies+and+Thanksgiving

Watching the football game Feeling fat from all I ate I sprawl across the couch.

My annoying little Butt-head of a brother Devon Walks in.

“What do you want,” I say.

His voice is squeaky It’s amazing no dogs Howl in pain. “I got you something, Clancy.”

I sat up, confused. A present on Thanksgiving? Could you even do that? “You’re not supposed to give out presents.”

“So? I think you Might not hate me After this” From behind his back Comes a stuffed Blue Bunny.

Fresh and new All sewn together Stainless. “I fixed him,” Devon says. “I felt bad about Tearing him, so I fixed him.”

I smile and hug both the bunny AND my brother. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.