Bugs... easy on the carrots

> Bugs... easy on the carrots

Re-write this sentence in the style of a poet you like.

(on the carrots); bugs

,easy

Carrots, Bugs

Bugs!
Easy on those those phallic carrots
you patriarchal shitlord

Let us go then, you and I
When the carrots are spread out against the sky
Like a rabbit etherised upon a table

Bugs... carrots for sale, never eaten.

Here lies a toppled clodhopper,
his fall was not a small one.
We did but build his carrot dispenser,
a heavy and a broad one.

Living is dangerous
It's rabbit season
Carrots are marvelous
Eaten without reason

i told you
to go easy on the carrots
bugs
but you did not listen

From my ancestors the Rabbits I have dark black eyes, a narrow brain, and an abundance of carrots. I think my fur is as barbaric as theirs. But I don't dress my ears with butter.

all eaten*

is this /ourgirl/?

chop chop
car rot
rabbid eat
ing too much
at all. bugs i say
easyonthe
car rots

>it's rabbit season
>eaten without reason
Good job matching those syllable counts

The hot and salty Odessa winds, its sweating air
Cheap fireworks staining the filament, crowds
In the petting zoo;
The arcs of icecream cones bending invariably, mine too, towards the melting asphalt -
There, as a market-street hack painting, behind the glass
Your improbable face improperly captured by now fading memory.
With tired eroticism of a whore aging out of profession,
Now good only for yearlings' advice and badly told folk anecdotes,
The perfect white teeth nibbling lazily on a carrot.
Since the time collapsed and shrunk into a withered peach,
Left in the sun too long and stinking up my cabinet,
I struggle to count the years which marched by.
Twenty seems a good number.
Do you still perform your sideshow seductions, slowly,
With care who only caged can afford,
Or did the passage of hours turn you gluttonous?
Unless the Fortune stumbles and lets us back
In its benign forgetfullness
I shant meetm my eyes in those teeth, no, and still
Go easy on the carrots.

Bug
He ate the carrots
Yes
YES
Carrots are eaten

great concept, middling execution

sorry senpai im not very talented :(

Bugs is the fattest bunny, eating
Far too many carrots, going
Easy on them is impossible, truly

Einfach auf die Karotten, Kaninchen
Oder du wirst fett werden

O O O O that carrohotian bun
He's so flatulent
Gargantuan

When that rabbit ate them all, I said
I told him, I did, he was going to get fat
BUGS EASY ON THE CARROTS
Now he's run out and wants more
But you need to ease up, I said
Such weight gain ain't healthy
Not with your lapine constitution
BUGS EASY ON THE CARROTS
Goo night dear rabbit
Goo night

Bugs the rabbit, a fortnight fat
Forgot to go easy on the orange veg
Consider Bugs, who was once as slim as you

Easih easih easih

The bunny
He ate his carrots
Yes
YES
The bunny is fat

it's okay, just practice. Repeating "carrots" in the last line isn't very good when you left out the key word "easy".
Why don't you revise this, and bring it back to class on Monday?

The rabbit
He has destroyed his cage
Bugs
BUGS
Easy on the carrots

Bad
decent (mine)
The best I've seen

New:
The bunny
He ate his carrots
Easy
EASY
The bunny is fat

The rabbit
He destroyed his stomach
Bugs
BUGS
Easy on the carrots.

TS eliot

William Shakespeare

It's Bugs Bunny not Bugs Rabbit

>old one reaching 300
>new fph thread

>not recognizing /ourevolian/

The valiant Bugs mounted his steed,
And stormed to fields in dire need -
His gut was barren, eyes ablaze,
To rid the land of evr'y trace
Of veg'table juicy and so fair
That no king's feast could quite compare.
The fair maiden shouted halt
In hope that Bunny may be stopped -
"My Bugs, beware my warning this:
Your quest will turn your gut obese!
I've read your fate in cards of taro
I beg you, easy on the carrots."

...

...

Carrots be now your song, immortal one,
Bugs gluttony, doomed and ruinous.

They were talking about the Soil
How it gone bad, bad
They had no clue
But it was their job
Farmers
Peasants

And then came the storm
And then came the tempest

And they still
They said
I was the beggar
The pauper

"show me the fucking carrots then!"
she screamed
ok, ok I said

I knew I was fucked
I hadn't seen any carrots since

two months ago
when I was on a track

fuck

no one gives horses carrots anymore

they should.

McCarthy?
Call me Bugs. Some seasons ago--never mind how long precisely--having
little or no carrots in my possession, and nothing particular to interest me
underground, I thought I would hop about a little and see the hand drawn part of
the world. It is a way I have of driving off the Fudd and regulating
the animation. Whenever I find myself growing droopy around the ears;
whenever there is a damp, drizzly Doc near my soil; whenever I find
myself involuntarily pausing before apothecary shops, and bringing up
the rear of every vegetable garden I cross; and especially whenever my hypos get
such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to
prevent me from deliberately hopping into the street, and methodically
knocking Doc's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to eating carrots
as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a
philosophical flourish Wallace hangs himself upon his rope; I quietly
hop to the garden. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew
it, almost all Rabbits in their degree, some time or other, cherish very
nearly the same feelings towards the carrots with me.

ee cummings?

Bugs woke up hungry on a cold day in September. He looked out his window and saw the streets and the cars that were new and old and sometimes rusty and he forgot about his hunger for a while. The cars came on both sides in endless streams as if they were about to clash into each other but the clash never came and he remembered he was hungry.

He looked into his refrigerator and he found nothing but carrots. Bugs was poor and hungry, but sometimes it is better to be poor and hungry than rich and well fed, especially in a city like Paris, he thought.

His friend Mike barged into his kitchen and with him he bought cold wind that rolled through the empty room with ease. "Bugs, easy on the carrots," he said. "Give me a cigarette and let's head to the Lilas and have brandy for breakfast."

"That's fine be me, said Bugs. That's all we do, after all, he thought. We wake up in September to the cold and watch the cars and look for food but find carrots and then we drink brandy until noon and we work and we sleep and we do it all over again. We are the carrot generation, he said to himself and ordered his first brandy of the day.

Bugs woke up hungry on a cold day in September. He looked out his window and saw the streets and the cars that were new and old and sometimes rusty and he forgot about his hunger for a while. The cars came on both sides in endless streams as if they were about to clash into each other but the clash never came and he remembered his craving for food.

He opened his refrigerator and he found nothing but carrots. Bugs was poor and hungry, but sometimes it is better to be poor and hungry than rich and well fed, especially in a city like Paris, he thought.

His friend Mike barged into his kitchen and with him he bought cold wind that rolled through the empty room with ease. "Bugs, easy on the carrots," he said. "Give me a cigarette and let's head to the Lilas and have brandy for breakfast."

"That's fine be me," said Bugs. That's all we do after all, he thought. We wake up in September to the cold and watch the cars and look for food but find carrots and then we drink brandy until noon and we work and we sleep and we do it all over again. We are the carrot generation, he said to himself and ordered his first brandy of the day.

>poet

Sorry guys I'll save this for later

Prose powerful and fecund found in a stable

Captain Beefheart

Rabbit run rabid runt you fertile vermin go before you catch buck

ye

They tell you
to go easy on
your favorite snack
but they'll never know
the empowering pleasure
the ecstatic endeavor
the incomparable climax
of loving yourself
with the sweetest
tangerine spear

who is this

Bugs Bunny go
easy

on the car
rots

glazed with black
earth

or you will get
chubby.

Nael, the bard.

Bugsy boy, cool it with this stale carrot business.

Bugs, this is no time for a lunch crunch munch lunch
crunch crunch
munch

Nael

Turning and turning in the widening stomach
The rabbit cannot resist the carrots
Bunnies get fat; the carrot cannot hold

Jej Dune Messiah. Tleilaxu quote yes?

The rat
He left his hole
Bugs
BUGS
Easy on the carrots

Chomp
For Mel Blanc

I saw the best rabbits of my generation destroyed by hunters, obese hysterical naked,
burrowing themselves through gardens at dawn looking for a carrot fix,
angelheaded bunnies burning for the ancient heavenly connection to Duck Season
who corpulence and buck-toothed and wide-eyes and high sat up smirking in the bogs and open fields dodging bullets from hunters while contemplating merry melodies....

The bunny rabbit some white some black, now might be the time to look for ye' back; there'll be carrots, but poisoned ones... could be, so Bunny Ra-bid, take it easy now, but who knew?

Bugs
He ate his carrots
Easy
EASY
The bunny is fat

1.) Lo and behold, it came to pass that the hare was exceedingly glutinous, insomuch that the carrots were consumed in their entirety.
2.) And it came to pass that James pointed to Bugs and said, "Thou must cease thine eating of all the carrots, reduce thine intake thereof."
3.) But the hare did not care for the words of James, his expression was aloof, and exceedingly smug. And it came to pass that the carrots were consumed in their entirety.

whoops wrong image yo

Yes, I am glad someone appreciates my first nonshitpost on Veeky Forums in months.

...

To Christ Our Lord

I caught this morning's mornings chomper, feed-
ee of daylights dauphin, dapple-dawn'd Kaninchen, in his hopping.
of the rolling hillock underside him, steady ears and striding,
Low there, as a root upon the adze of a groaning mouth,
In his ecstasy! Then down, deep down, and swallow,
As a hare's paws, paunch, box beastly a suitor, the chew and swallowing
Rebuffed the cruel famine. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bun, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and hunger and act, oh, dirt, ddailen, dewlap, here
Distend! AND the grunting that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes weight of haunches
Gain, and overabundant embers, ah my friend,
Fall, mouthwards, and gash gold-vermilion.

Nael the Nihilist

It's been perfected

bugs, heed this virtue
for better health, stay your appetite
hold back the carrots
heed what i implore, fat hare!

carrot
on the
..
bugs easy

-elmer fud

Little bunny rabbit,
Your carrot eating has become quite a habit.

Classic(al) Bugs.

Bugs doopity
Easy on the carrots sploopity
The villain MF
Not willin' to let you get fat
like shloopity

Nail the half nigger

Bugs, easy on; the... carrots!

If rabbits were bugs
And I carrots
Bugs would be easy
Yet I...

Bunny bunny quietly chews
In a patch a grass wet with dew,
What learned veterinarian dare
Conduct your triple-bypass surgery?

Suge...easy on the harlots

bugs...easy on the carrots

Now write one for Homer.

Why do I feel this whole thread is one person

Magnificent!

Now do Death by carrots

>... not ..
kys

his belly,
well rounded
the rabbit, bugs
eye catching, blinding sensibility
advice was needed
less carrots,
for bugs

You watch northerlion

The former he woak up 1 moarning an seen his vedibles as bean dug up an carrits wer noared on by sum littl naminal parbly rabbits. He pickit up his shuvvel an hammer an spykes an duggit an hammert in a woal new fents an he fillit the hoals dug with soyl. Stil it wernt enuf jus to have new spykes he hammert them deap in the groun an put low woodin beams a cross strung to gather by roap an nayled in. He put stoans a roun the edjis so new hoals cudnt be dug as easly by rabbits nor dogs nor any other creecher in the woodlings orl ways lookin to cause trubba.

The former spoak to the rabbits even tho they wernt there no moar. He raysed his fist an shookit an sed if they wantit food they cud grow it like any1 else.

I didn't eat the carrot
I will never eat the carrot
I can't eat the carrot
Apart of this, I have in me all the carrots in the world

There sat bugs, most corpulent of clodhoopers, lording it over the vegetable patch
clutching a carrot in each hand, both as bright as the red-fingered dawn as she peeps over sandy Ithaca.
Panting, perspiring, the lettuces can barely contain his sheer girth, wider than even broad Polyphemus -
Thus he was when I addressed him:
"King of clodhoppers, hear my counsel I beg you! Too many carrots have you consumed of late,
transgressing all bounds and tempting overweening fate."

FOREST BLEAK
AND DESOLATE
BUGS CRAWLING IN MOTHERS' SHIT
SMOTHERED CARROTS

actually a singer, first one to guess correctly gets a custom fanfic written by me

sounds like M Gira

nope, kinda related though

Someone do a Blood Meridian style Cormac one

He ate the carrots
And all of the carrots
Were GONE

it's death grips, isn't it?

nah, older and more industrial, not TG or NIN though

In which case a lil outside my wheelhouse.

holy shit this is truly the greatest board on Veeky Forums

When you were young
You were the king of carrot gnawers
And how you hid from Elmer Fudd among the trees
With devious grin emerging from your teeth

>neutural milk hotel
>king of carrot flowers
nice
DOOM

Young Bugstheus! You, aprecciative of harmony,
Should quench your last for carrots.
Lest you let your gut grow colossal,
The scale of entry and exit should be same.
With a wide mouth that can't be fixed I can only
Offer to balance the scales with a carrot of mine.