(This is a fictional poem) br br I decided to sleep with a woman who I met on a bus. br Her husband shot me because he caught us. br When I got shot, the bed was covered with blood. br I looked to see who shot me and it was Elmer Fudd. br I begged him for mercy but he said no. br I have no privates because he shot me below. br Obviously rabbits aren't the only things he shoots. br I got a good lawyer and I bankrupted him in a lawsuit. br Today Fudd told me that I'm pathetic and that he's appalled. br I told him that I might be pathetic but at least I'm not poor and bald.