Bunny Hop Pete
Adores fresh meat,
Although he can't digest it,
He's a butcher by profession,
Slaughtering porkers by the dozen
For a human-hearty treat;

Loyal patron Becky Anne,
Stops in for a cut of cured ham,
"A single Lincoln for a pound,
Sliced or diced or fully ground?"
"Surprise me!" hotfoot she resounds,
This time around...