a cooperative effort here, from like 11th or 12th grade, a mock epic poem, incorporating 20 vocab words, which are in bold. a masterpiece.

Sunny Funny Bunny Shine
(The battle of the Oil)

There was a time when all the world was fine,
Men felt good, and the women so divine.
Children were happy and pets were loyal,
Until the battle of the cooking oil.
At the Pizza Hut, on a slow, working day,
A trick on a girl, we were quick to play.
We would spray oil on the back of her pants;
Customers would give her a stare quite askance.
So out comes the oil, with sprayer-like gun,
Now she’s the victim of our machination.
We couldn’t hide it, we’re laughing so hard;
Forced to invent a fantastic canard.
“We’re not laughing at you,” I told her sweetly,
But plotting our next act quite discreetly.
Nascent suspicion creeping in her head.
“I promise we didn’t do it,” I said.
But her inuring expression rebuffed;
Boldly, rife temptation of evil cuffed.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, you luminous fellow,
Deep within, an Easter Bunny bellow.
A white façade, a natural disguise,
Piercing bloody fangs, and red beady eyes.
Situations fraught, with dangers galore,
And of this evil being, plenty more.
How could he influence our honest coup?
Our innocent plan, mixed with Hare Voodoo.
Slowly now, I heard a voice from above,
Leading, guiding, my mind, to benign love.
A penitent silence was all she heard,
Meanwhile the situation being stirred.
Easter “Judas” Bunny gives us away,
The master of evil has lots to say.
“Forgo the rest, believe intuition,
It was them, to affirm your suspicion,
And now you must act, and quickly I add.
Terminate their cabal, destroy each lad.
Start with the leader, obtuse as he is.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, defunct(ify) the wiz!”
“ Yes Master Bunny, but restive am I,
It seems rather harsh to go kill each guy.
I am loath to destroy each man’s own breath,
But I will if you say, to each slow death!”
Onward she marched toward her mighty foe,
To obey her master, and to winnow
Those who had wronged her, behind her turned back,
But as she stepped on, she saw what did lack.
Her motives were wrong, forgive, and forget,
It was all in good fun, a dare, she’d bet.
Anger retreats, as does the Vile Bunny.
For the first time, she found the prank… funny.
All’s well that ends well, as does our story.
Peace has returned, and mercy is glory
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