Eat or Die: 'Pocalypse Poetry Day2 Round2

I'm still Alive!!! I have survived 3 Rounds of @papa-pepper 's vicious survival game. All I have to show for it is a full belly of rabbit food(wild greens) and an awesome knife.

What's next???

(See all of my earlier 'pocalypse poetry down below)

I had creeped, and I leaped and I hopped inside.

Like a rabbit munching greens; but unchecked my pride.

And so,
I didn't know,
when that creeper came.
And nearly lost my slot in Papa Pepper's game.
I bounded, and ran, to save my life.
Nums in belly. Hand on knife.
Where should I go?
I don't know!
But I tell you now:
No more sneaking, on me, will I allow.

And then she shouts, behind me, afar.
No knife or gun. So, wishing on a star,
that I would be friendly and willing to trade:
"Two cans of food for a gun or a blade."
It's tempting. I know. But not for me.
It could be a trap. I cannot see.
"No thanks! Best of luck!"
And I turn and duck.
Alone. Again.
Just a knife for a friend.

Awaiting the morrow, to see what's in store.
This is my poem. Won't you tell me your!

Thanks, I hope you liked it!!

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Here is my poem for
Day 01 Round 01 -
Jeepers and creepers and zombies Galore!
There's even one knocking at my front door.

Do I let him in or get out of sight?
You know the answer! I'm gonna win this fight!

Out the window and down the stairs.
I hope you all make it. You're in my prayers.

Duck down the street, and into the shop.
Where I bought flowers, before hell went "pop!"

Crossing my fingers, but not counting on luck.
This game is deadly! It don't give a .....?truck!?!

Stick with me and we'll be alright!
I'm tellin you, cats, "I'm gonna win this fight!!!!"

Day 01 Round 02 -

No flowers, or balloons, or friendly staff.

As I step out of hiding and seek my path.

The darkness will hide me, and conceal my form.
My head is dry, and my body warm.

But don't start assuming that I'm counting chicks.

'Cause all the eggs are cracked, and I need a fix.

This town's too crazy. I gotta get out soon.
Before shooting starts, like it's Outlaw noon.

Ahead in the shadows sits a glowing truck.
Do I even go near and stretch my luck?

Nah, too risky. It's likely a ruse.

So on, and ahead, is the risk I choose!

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Day 02 Round 01 -
The first day is over and I made it through.
Though the best of the paths, I didn't find. True.

But I wasn't greedy, or crazy or nuts.
Those driving the pickup got cut down by mutts!

Others that chose to go for them all,
got a similar sad fate, not a big Arsen-al!

So alone in the dark with knife in my hand,
I'm searching for food; living off of the land!

There's plants here, I know it, to fill up my gut.
Double-checking each ID, then quietly I cut.

I hope there is plenty, and that I'm not alone.
That each player chose wisely, and each "dog finds a bone!"

For some of these, I think my own reading may sound better than when you may read it.... If you would like....Leave a comment below, that I should record my readings of them, and I will try to get one up onto YouTube!

Thanks so much for your time and feedback and support!!! Have an awesome day!!
Peace!!