Gossamer handful
Softest thistledown to e’er
Spring up in green fields
Bless its’ little cotton socks, Attack of the Cute
Friday Haiku: Bunny Bud
September 21, 2012 By
Gossamer handful
Softest thistledown to e’er
Spring up in green fields
Bless its’ little cotton socks, Attack of the Cute
Close the interwbs.
We’re done.
Finito
Kaput
Over and out
agreed. Sorry Meg. pyrit has finished us all off. But then, you’ve got a few things keepin’ you bz these days. Goose, Mr. Meg and now recently, Maru2 and Winston2…
NEAGHGUEIDAARIEEREIGHHFUGUUUHHRIEIERGUGGUGUGU—KU—KI—….-thud-
ERMAGERD!
Ermagerd! Terny bernny!
particularly enjoying this dialect for this itsy bitsy teeny weeny bunny
Ermagerd bernny!
Look! He lays in mer firngers.
So arneraberle!
*hooks up the HK Defibr., without too much optimism*
Telephones the Medic Help Temp Svc for extra nurses.
Edible morsel:
Cotton tailio? Nose? Feets?
Dibs on the earsies!
wow you got to the earsies BEFORE tracylee?? She must be bz with tigers today …
Soft is the bunneh
Pink and brown, also furry
happiness in hand
*rapturous applause*
Sentient lint pouf
Drowsily returns my gaze
Sighs, goes back to sleep
I must have a sentient lint pouf!!! I did not know I wanted one, but now it’s a MUST!!
“Sentient lint pouf”
Got to use that somewhere!
*Gasp!*
*Thud!*
moves Lerrinus down the hall, near raiu9 who is presently hooked up to the HKD.
we’re going to run out of beds pretty quickly.
No bed necessary for me, just shovel the dirt over me, I ‘m done!
My cats want a pet
I think that this little bun
Would do quite nicely
Have you discussed this idea with Master Eddy, skippymom??
It was his idea! I treat him so badly, he figured his own pet would help him to feel less sad.
At the risk of repeating myself: “Poooooooooooooor Eddy. Tsk, tsk!!!”
Even for a bebeh bunneh, which is super Qte, that is redonk. Redonkulous to the max, man!
Ahhh da feets!
All hail our new cord snipper!
The fabric of space and time just turned into dust bunnies. 8-0
soft bunneh, warm bunneh
little ball of fuzz!
happy bunneh, sleepy bunneh…
….
(wait, what do bunnies say, exactly??)
‘nous n’approuvons pas!’
‘We don’t approve!’ in 5 syllables
*wild applause*
“Crunch, crunch, crunch.”
It’s the bun equivalent of purring — a soft, dreamy grinding of the teeth.
And here’s a fun game to play with little kids. You know the thing where you ask, “What does a cow say?” and the kid says, “Moo!” and you ask, “What does a cat say?” and the kid says, “Meow!” So then you ask, “What does a bunny say?” and the kid looks blank and you stomp your foot, “[Thump]!” I’ve taught that to several kids and I think it’s made its way through more than one nursery school hereabouts.
Please do not eat us
We are real little bunnies
Not your Easter noms
Handful of bunneh
Pawz are waving in the air
Like he just don’t care
Bunny with no ears
Mini-est disapproval
Makes my brain asplode.
Cottontail candy
Reminds me of county fairs
Fuzzy summertime
lol, flopsy-floss!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOGM *ASPLODES!*
an elegant screenname, that
A living cloud puff
In the hand of a master
Cloud puff wrangler
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1133/5151463465_cfd471732e.jpg
Katrina, that’s a super good poem. Brain will not let me compose when visions of muffly-puffly bunneh are floating around.
GAH !!!!!(thud)
oops I didn’t see Mudbug needed rescue until after I hooked Ace (down below)
to the HK D
Lovely! Thanks for this. And remember…the possessive of “it” is “its.” No apostrophe. Thanks! (I know, I know, people will find me nitpicky, but gosh, Cute Overload makes a lot of money and can afford a part-time copy editor!)
…and if CO is not making a ton of money, they deserve to be. It is a valuable soivice.
Not nitpicky.
What… I don’t… I can’t even… *THUD*
*lugs the HKD over to the other end of the QtEmergency Dept and hooks it up again*
soft bunnulah here
“clouds” illuzions I recall
bunz at your “soivice”!
I think it’s funny that bunnehs have furry paw pads, instead of leather pads like most other mammals…
They feel like polyester fiberfill! Really; check ‘em out sometime. And when a bun lets you hold its foot in your hand . . . THAT’S good luck!
OH EM GEEEEE! I can’t breathe. That is the cutest little handful. Seriously. THE CUTEST! *resumes breathing into paper bag and tries to get the room to stop spinning* Faint.
Don’t want to eat him (much)… just want to snorgle…but not even sure my nose would fit in that bebeh belleh. Sigh. Thank you.
Fluffball in my hand
I found it in my pocket
I washed a Kleenex
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa!..er…but..help…can’t…brain..splode..rainbows…glitter..umm…urg…sploosh…*collapses, vainly reaching, gasping for air, amid mounds of glitter, spangles and assorted puddles of brain goo*
*Calls the Temp Workers Co to ask if they have any additional personnel available for the Qtemergency Ward during this weekend*
*Hooks up the HK D and begins sweeping up the spangles and wiping up the goo*
*arrives at the at Qtemergency ward with pockets full of emergency rescute guinea peegs and supplied with hello kitty brand oxygen, before distributing the peegs tucked into the arms of the fallen* Teeny bunny! It’s soon teeny!! I think I feel funny….
Nommable bunneh
awaits my mouf with pleasure
safe from other hands
GAK . . . erm, um . . . GAAAAAAAAAAK. *gasp*
Sooooo cute!
I wish I weren’t allergic to rabbits.
Crap! *hastily dons aluminum foil cap and safety goggles in order to protect self from ICD* (Immedtaite Cuteness Death).
I like the small ones