Fat fills fat face
Chocolate runs
Giving chase to die
Easter buns, hot and cross
At hers that brought a sigh
At such a sight -
O why O why O why! -
No longer one a penny;
Never any left
Behind the trail
Of Easter Piggy me and thee
You see? -
You never try
SEE
We've Bunnies -
Anti-Easter antibodies -
Antigenic Easter teases
Fifty-something fuddy-duddies
Thro' the brain
The stain
That
Daffodils are dead
Petals gone
The Salad bed
A cemetery
Another man
To clear the head?
Try
Relax
You've bled the pain
To cry the rain
So now
Give it one -
Just one
More
Chance
An also-ran
Is when the sheets lie warm
And lonely in the mind.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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