The (Dreaded) Show

Out of the top hat
Pulling a soft white rabbit
Unstained
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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