The ransom
We tremble at the thought that our loved one is missed
Being kidnapped at beach while on restful retreat
Grabbed with a stronger hand, and taped as a canned meat
Tossed in the back of van with limbs flailing in twist
Delivered as a note is a messy blackmail
Of a million dollars, as a classless insult
The pain and the torture of missing the result
An ear chopped off, latest of this sad tale
We scramble to gather as much of the money
But we are missing half without any such luck
And we contact again, asking for time for buck
They answer with picture of your eaten bunny
Saying that time ran out, and he was delicious
Feeding their family of meaty nutritious.