Fluffy Bunny 3: Fluffy’s End.

For those of you who have been following my blog for a while, well, since the beginning of July you might remember that I wrote a comedy poem called Fluffy Bunny’s Adventure Land, it was an attempt at humour after Jill from Rant and Rave About Books told me all I ever wrote was misery! Well, after that atrocity Jill herself wrote a spin-off called Fifty Shades of Fluffy and then I wrote the sequel Fluffy Bunny 2: The Nunnering. Well, it’s been quite a while since then and all things end, so this is the end of the Fluffy trilogy and Fluffy’s tale.

Link’s to the previous three poems involving Fluffy and his female counterpart Smutterfly can be found below and are well worth a look as they are all very funny:

Fluffy Bunny 3: Fluffy’s End:


Fluffy Bunny was old,
Tufty hair turned to grey,
He was so very cold,
That old rampant rabbit,
His time nearly up,
Alas, he’d almost had it,
Lying in his well worn bed,
Fluffy was awaiting his death,
In the place where thousands of maidens gave out a mighty sigh,
This ancient rabbit was knocking one off before he died,
Fluffy had slept with more maidens than he could possibly count,
Like a jockey on a horse, he was always ready to mount,
None of Fluffy’s conquests were tarty,
They all had a VIP pass to his own private Sausage Party,
Gingers, Blondes and Brunettes,
All colours and creeds,
Hell, it didn’t even matter the breed,
Fluffy sowed his wild oats,
Spreading his mighty seed,
No matter his mood,
Fluffy loved his food,
But this rabbit was fare,
He knew how to share,
Letting his maidens munch,
On his very own crunchy nuts,
Fluffy wasn’t all bad,
Often he was very sad,
He still yearned for Smutterfly,
And Like Kiss sang their crazy crazy nights,
She knew all the dirty tricks,
When she played with his magic stick,
The wild, untamed and occasional stroppy,
She always turned Fluffy’s wood the opposite of floppy,
Somewhere along the way,
Sadly they’d drifted apart,
But until his final day,
She still held a place in Fluffy’s heart,
Now lest we forget Fluffy had a Nun, No Thrills Jill was her name,
But she didn’t play Fluffy’s favourite game,
That rabbit loved to say, I have a fiddle,
Where his maiden would blow on his hard wood diddle!
But not that dowager grump,
And her, well, Fluffy did dump,
Fear not as Fluffy willbe remembered,
Even if only for his mighty member,
This rabbit won’t be going to science, won’t be dissected,
Monuments will be made, they will stand erected,
But now my friends,
Fluffy’s tale must end,
Please no tears, no cries,
As this rabbit closes his eyes,
Lets allow Fluffy one last rhyme,
Before he goes, before it’s time,
And let him say,
Like Sinatra sang,
I did it my way.

Follow me on:

Twitter and Goodreads.


49 thoughts on “Fluffy Bunny 3: Fluffy’s End.

  1. Fluffy! πŸ€— He’s so cute this time. I love the picture. And the poem is awesome! πŸ™‚ Before he looked like the creepy version I would’ve expected to see in Alice. πŸ˜‚ Haha! Love Fluffy’s ending. I see you’ve also made Donna’s day with Fluffy. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜œπŸ˜πŸ‘»

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Bwahaha! Now this poem’s got class! And ended the Fluffy series in style :’). I was afraid I’d start sniffling because I have a senior rabbit myself, but ah, there was the sausage party to save the day once more :’)

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s