Queer Fantasies

And I woke up
as my mind was still poking around
the 18-holes of green
searching for my hands,
whom disappeared like the Cheshire Cat
when suddenly Bugs Bunny appeared
under the shade of an elm,
reading a newspaper,
and whistling
Waiting for Elmer Fudd's obnoxious creeping
before dressing up as Lola
to ask him for a drink.
"Ehh, what a lovely shotgun you have, Grandpa,"
Lola had said in her falsetto voice,
stroking the barrel with a white glove.
Elmer Fudd blushed and sputtered,
and finally, with a miraculous grin,
whispered into her gray furry ear,
"the bettah to shoot you with, pwetty wabbit!"