Bunny Gets Lost

When I was just born,
I met my best friend of all,
a Bunny tucked in my crib,
blue, fluffy, and small.

We cuddle at night.
Nap together at school.
Bunny rides in my backpack.
Bunny floats in our pool.

One day, came a letter.
“A wedding!” said Mom.
“Aunt Margie is marrying
Her sweet pilot, Tom.”

We flew in the sky,
Bunny snug in my lap.
I ate chips. I drank soda.
We took a long nap.

They gave me a job.
Well, Bunny and me.
To walk down an aisle,
right next to the sea.

I held a white pillow.
Bunny guarded the rings.
Mom said, “Walk slowly,
while the cute lady sings.”

My Bunny loves cake.
This one reached to the sky.
Me, I like cherries
baked in a pie.

Next day, after breakfast,
we swam in the pool.
With Bunny in Glad Wrap,
Mom’s hotel-swimming rule.

We forgot about time.
No one looked at a clock.
“We’re missing our plane,”
Dad howled, shaky, in shock.

Flying sticky and sleepy,
my face hot and red,
my eyes rolling up blurry
went to sleep in my head.

When my eyes opened
way high up in the sky,
I couldn’t find Bunny.
“Where’s Bunny, my guy?”

Stuff flew in the air.
Mom emptied her purse.
Dad checked all our luggage.
It couldn’t be worse.

“My Bunny is gone.
My Bunny is lost.
Poor Bunny’s alone.
Poor Bunny’s been tossed.”

I cried for three days.
They bought me a fake.
“That’s not my bunny!
That toy’s a mistake.”

Mom said, “I’ll call the hotel.
They’ll check in our room.
They’ll find Bunny sleeping.
Send Bunny back soon.”

“Not responsible,” growled the Manager,
“For stuff lost or stuff broke!”
“Connect me with housekeeping.”
Mom sighed, “It’s urgent, no joke.”

“If anyone knows where
your Bunny could be,
it’s the People who clean.
Just you wait, and you’ll see.”

“Bonjour,” said the Housekeeper.
“Ah, it’s your Bunny I found?
Why, Bunny’s here on my cart,
very safe, very sound.”

“I knew you would call.
I knew you’d be true.
I’ll wrap Bunny, box Bunny,
And mail Bunny to you.”

Each day of the week,
When Mailman Stan came,
I’d whine about Bunny,
“Where’s the box with my name?”

Waving a green slip,
Stan rang our bell shouting,
“Wait no more. Bunny’s here.
Dry your tears, stop the pouting.”

At the post office store,
I moaned and I wiggled.
Even holding Mom’s hand
I still groaned, and I jiggled.

“Sorry, Mom said
to the people in line.
“When we get back the lost Bunny
I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I had a bunny,”
said the doctor in blue.
The policeman behind her sighed,
“I had one, too.”

Chirped the baseball player,
backpack holding a trophy,
“My giraffe came with a name.
She’s my darling, sweet Sophie.”

Said the tall, sweaty scout –
his vest packed with patches,
“I named my bear Smokey.
We cuddled, no scratches.”

The lifeguard laughed,
“My brother’s stuffed snake?
It freaked out our mother.
Even though it was fake.”

“Well, I had a blankie,”
said the man with a cane.
“Blankie kept me cozy
winter cold, summer rain.”

The Mail Lady yelled, “Next!”
I waved the green slip.
“I need my friend, Bunny.
Bunny’s had a long trip.”

I tore open the box,
and Bunny was there.
I hugged Bunny, kissed Bunny.
We’re still the best pair.

And that’s about Bunny
and our trip to the wedding.
It’s also a story
about never forgetting.