(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.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elmer-fudd-shot-me/
