The Oof

The Oof

We had a lovely white rabbit,
She had grey loppy ears and grey feet,
Grey tail and a grey nose,
And she went Oof.

If you wanted to put her into her hutch,
If you said anything she didn't like,
She would thump her foot,
And go Oof.

She would roll her big, blue eyes
Until the veins showed.
You needed a strong stomach for that.
She was just a big, soppy Oof.

Sometimes she would chase the Cat's tail
Until he had had enough.
Then he would box her ears,
She would just go Oof.

She did not Oof at the Guinea-Pig,
They had their own language.
She would just make a buzzing noise,
And let the Guinea-Pig pull her whiskers out.

They are all gone now,
The Oof, the Cat and the Guinea-Pig,
Laid to rest in the garden
Where once they used to play.

When we think of them we smile,
And go Oof.

In loving memory of Crinkle the Rabbit and Sugar the Guinea-Pig.
Both died September 1998.