Russell was a bunny as sweet as his sugar.
But his hole body writhed bitter than cocoa.
Doomed and forsaken his smile still remains
floating in the chasm,
the guts of a child.
Poor little Russell.
He was eaten BUT not forgotten.
As the girth of the child expanded, He smiled.
Smiled at the grease oozing its decay,
Smiled at each little spot on the face .
Smiled and kissed them full of delight.
Finally bidding his last sweet good night.

uh...part of a letter written to my sister durring easter. it's not supose to be very.....gramaticly pleasing.
But it was just for fun.