The (Dreaded) Show

Out of the top hat
Pulling a soft white rabbit
Up by the ears
Nose sniffing whiskers
It keens
A mourning call
The magician
All suave
Rolls his arms
To create allusions
The rabbit yawns
Seen it all
A thousand times before
Once ahead
But now
Left bored
As the magician
Saws an eager lady
In half
The rabbit
Watches the little kids
Who still believe in fairies
Ohh and ahh
Over slate of hand
One time
After the other
The rabbit wants to tell them
How he hates the top hat
How he hates the show
But that
Would ruin the show

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