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Reports The Bunny Game!
- Thread starter Cinnabun:3
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Report writing in progress
Right next to it, I see a red bunny
Lets do more black bunny time!
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And more black bunny time!
Bunny is WHITE of course.
Anotha red bun!
Bunny is WHITE of course.
The bunny is still pink!
Bunny is WHITE of course.
Blue Bunny Time!
Still a pink bunny to me
Ok sure do pink I guess!
There once was a bunny. It was blue
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I will be doing an update once I get home from bowling!
Do you know who else play bowling? The white bunny
A white bunny laced his moonlit shoes,
Hopped down alleys of midnight blues.
The bowling lane gleamed, long and bright,
Polished like a river of glassy light.
He chose a ball with a careful grin,
Three finger holes, smooth as sin.
With twitching nose and focused stare,
He lined up shots with professional care.
The ball rolled on with a gentle roar,
Thumped into pins—then thumped some more.
They scattered like thoughts at the end of a day,
Clattering laughter along their way.
Between each frame he nibbled clover,
Dreamed of strikes and games not over.
A spare here, a strike there too,
Cheers echoed loud for the bowling bunny in white fur hue.
When the lanes went dark and the night grew thin,
He bowed to the pins like old friends.
Then hopped back home as the stars shone bright,
A champion bunny, king of the night.
A white bunny laced his moonlit shoes,
Hopped down alleys of midnight blues.
The bowling lane gleamed, long and bright,
Polished like a river of glassy light.
He chose a ball with a careful grin,
Three finger holes, smooth as sin.
With twitching nose and focused stare,
He lined up shots with professional care.
The ball rolled on with a gentle roar,
Thumped into pins—then thumped some more.
They scattered like thoughts at the end of a day,
Clattering laughter along their way.
Between each frame he nibbled clover,
Dreamed of strikes and games not over.
A spare here, a strike there too,
Cheers echoed loud for the bowling bunny in white fur hue.
When the lanes went dark and the night grew thin,
He bowed to the pins like old friends.
Then hopped back home as the stars shone bright,
A champion bunny, king of the night.
That's my close personal friend and business colleague Cinnabun who bowls!!
Red!!
Red!!
Pink bunny!
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Update Time!!! As of Post 157
Pink- 45
Red- 32
White- 31
Black- 22
Blue- 20
Pink- 45
Red- 32
White- 31
Black- 22
Blue- 20
The blue bunny woke at the edge of the dew,
With ears like questions the morning breeze knew.
He hopped through the clover, soft-footed and bright,
A blur of small wonder in early-day light.
His fur held the hush of a just-painted sky,
Of lakes before ripples, of clouds drifting by.
Where others saw green, he saw stories in hue,
Turning grass into oceans he cheerfully flew.
He carried no watch and he hurried for none,
Chasing the shade and befriending the sun.
When twilight grew quiet and stars started to bloom,
He curled up with crickets beneath a pale moon.
And if you pass by where the wildflowers gleam,
Look close at the blue—it might not be a dream.
With ears like questions the morning breeze knew.
He hopped through the clover, soft-footed and bright,
A blur of small wonder in early-day light.
His fur held the hush of a just-painted sky,
Of lakes before ripples, of clouds drifting by.
Where others saw green, he saw stories in hue,
Turning grass into oceans he cheerfully flew.
He carried no watch and he hurried for none,
Chasing the shade and befriending the sun.
When twilight grew quiet and stars started to bloom,
He curled up with crickets beneath a pale moon.
And if you pass by where the wildflowers gleam,
Look close at the blue—it might not be a dream.
Smells like you need more blue bunny!!