rabbit, rabbit...

i know you remembered, right?
i sure did.
rabbit, rabbit.
the repeating lagomorph blessing, neighbors.
rare bits of rabbit,
neither rarebit on toast, nor bunnies on bread.
30 (or so) days of alright,
courtesy of superb, super-duper superstition.
good flippin' luck, right?
sure.
...if you're a snowshoe hare, maybe.
check out just how good my lucky rabbit-rabbit's feet really are:

april showers.
of snow!
oh, c'mon.
you like it.
nature should've been a bit more specific about what kind, huh?.
of showers, i mean.
personally,
i prefer the long, hot, cleansing type.
that's real.
i'm gonna take a steamy, wet, soapy one in a minute, y'all.
my feet are rabbity, too, all long and pointy,
even if less-than-half as lucky in practice;
all the better to hop up on some big fun with.
leaving tracks of my attacks of early springtime enjoyment,
or shoveling.
and/or tatzappin' redneckery.
yes, that's a thing.
necktards always have to drive around on snowdays.
slick roads must be some kind of proving grounds
for truck-driving imbeciles and their burly logging boots.
if you don't crash, you get a prize!
along the lines of cheap beer, dumpy ho-b!tches, and poor literacy.
or somethin'.
who's winning?
too soon to tell, mutha-funker.
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big fun, duders.
what's better than a first of the month snowstorm?
a snowstorm sprinkled with up-here A*holes.
the day of fools, kids.
without any irony or humor.
a whole ship's worth.
(you get it?)
and if noah needed just two to preserve,
he's have a hard time narrowing it down to the most foolish,
foolhardy, foolery-fueled buffoons.
i'm just sayin'- we've got extra.
that's that first-of-the-month-type jauns, son!
*
yesterday looked like a cloudy, albeit silver-lined,
brown-grassy, bark-and-sandy end-of-the-line for wintertime.
a kind of a seasonal transition.
and today,
the infallible cold, lugubrious, cheerless, peerless
pulchritude of a white, bright blanket is back.
everything looks cleaner,
except for the sky, which doesn't look like anything.
whiteout, ninjas.
in flippin' full-effect.
i guess that's the big joke.
the big fool.
the big action.
a little nostalgia for winter?
nope.
a psych-out physical assault,
full-blown barbarian northern frontline fury,
and prevailing westerly winds.
rabbits, tricksy tricks, and times.
all.
really.
happening;
never quiet, never soft.....