I was in a poetry group that would get fixated around a particular topic. Not everyone around the same thing, but we would each connect with an idea that would become a recurring object in our poems. Even if it thematically had nothing to do with what we were writing. Without further ado:

William Tell raised rabbits.
Not just any rabbits
but ones that grew ten feet tall.

"Why do you let them grow so big?" He
was often asked. William Tell only smiled;
until March when the hares went wild.
He confided in me, "I feel like a
rabbit in a cage." And so he let
them go. “I feel my reputation
has outgrown me.� And so he moved
to New York.

While the historical William Tell has nothing to do with this poem, he was a consistent character in a couple of pieces and I like the appearence he makes here.
So there you have it, Ten Foot Rabbits -- Waiting for my reputation to outgrow me