AbitaboutAbbottabad

Didn't know until this afternoon that The Australian had a little poetry thing calling for poems about Abbottabad, ending today. Oh well.

A nun in a habit in Abbottabad,
A habit of rabbit in Abbottabad,
Met up with the abbott who ran off with her habit -
The abbott was bad in Abbottabad.

She ran after the abbott who had stole her habit
To grab it, to nab it, her habit of rabbit,
She tackled the abbott, he shouted 'dagnabbit!'
- The abbott was sad in Abbottabad.

He started to jab it in Abbottabad
To stab at the habit in Abbottabad
'If I can't hab the habit, then no-one shall habit!'
Cried the abbott quite mad in Abbottabad.

So if you're in a habit in Abbottabad,
A habit of rabbit in Abbottabad,
And you meet the abbott, even if it's the sabbat,
Then RUN!, for the abbott's a cad in Abbottabad.