On this festive occasion
it's a question that begs
in the Lord's own equation
there's no mention of eggs.
All the chickens and bunnies
keeping well occupied
hiding eggs behind dunnies
where the spirits reside.
And when dawn wakes the masses
they stand up on their legs.
Yes, they all have their asses,
only some carry eggs.
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This is particularly cute, Herbert and contains one of my favour words - dunnies. A splendid word set in a splendid poem. I remember wondering as a small child why the Easter bunny was able to lay eggs when my real bunny could not. I didn't enquire though - even at a tender age, I wasn't going to spoil mum's fun, or my annual chocolate surprise! love, Allie xxxxxxxxx