Easter Egg Blues. - Poem by Michael Gale
Easter eggs are sweet like my sweetened honey...
Chocolate sweet treats-once yearly(brought by, by the Easter Bunny) .
Eggs do hatch early but not always on time...Cracks appear on egg's one side...Inside and completely nude
Resides one pissed off colden dude.
Feathers are seemly on the upper decline...
Revealing to all, it's butt naked obviouse flaw.
Hen pecked as if done by the ever lovin' wife...
Forced he is, to live his life, so well full of strife.
Easter egg hunts start by noon...
Parents wait impatiently, for it's timed ending to come real soon.
Chocolate covered bunnies have their ears eaten off first...
Too much gorging on candy, makes the throat dry and parched and
dying of thirst.
Peep! Peep! peep!
Little baby chick does chirp and cheep.
Swollen little tummies enlargen and bloat...
From over abundant inside bellie's chocolatty coat.
To the emergency room many kiddies are certainly rushed...
Stomach's pumped while on the examining table, is rudely caused
by toilet's flushed, afterward all is still and all good kids are allowed to go to the john and soon are walking while finally able.
These kid's gait's are as weaving and swaggering...As like a
Tuxedoed looking birds, look to be like a drunkened witless fool who can't stop from stumbling and staggering.Moms and dads cannot wait till Easter leaves this year...The only thing that scares these parents, is
the next years coming causes many unwanted fears.
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