Killer Instinct

I am painting an I.

I went armed with a template
cut rectangular to the exact dimensions.

I folded it up so small
it fit into a pocket -
Spray-can waiting up my sleeve, with rabbits.

I am filled with joy. The sign remains.
I carefully unfold my I and hold it in place
as I hear the scamper of spray cans recede
and mash a bloody "I" to make "TO I LET".