
Now, you might think I'm hard as nails,
The grit inside me true as tales
Of long lost heroes, villains bold as brass,
Or robbers vast in their empires
Of criminal conspiracies.
But I’m not like that, I’m no gangsta.
My hide may be tough,
My words may sound rough to you,
But please don’t judge me by my clumsy ways.
Beyond the prejudice you will see
A truer man, a person with feelings, me.
So, trust this man,
I know you'll think it funny
But babe... I’m really just a
Fluffy bunny.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.



Comments (4)
Hehehehe I call one of my friends a fluffy bunny. Loved your poem!
Good job for that is so right one that looks the toughest could also be the one that cares the most.
Until something else is required. I'm guessing you can be plenty tough if circumstances demand.
Awe that’s so lovely 🐇🐰♦️♦️