My bunny, by James Cam:
My bunny, so funny and dreams of having enough money,
oh, to see the smile on her face, makes my grey skies, sunny,
she eats random condiments, especially handfuls of honey.
She likes me so, even though my nose is always runny,
my bunny.

Carolyn: that's poetic lisance. i certinly don't like your runny nose!
James: So is spelling licence, lisance.

touche.