The Easter Bunny Poem by Bill Simmons

I was in my lawn chair and with coffee in hand
I was sitting and just enjoying the view
When across my yard hopped along this bunny
He seemed dismayed and somewhat confused

He hopped along and he stopped at this oak
A small basket was in his hand
Then he laid down as though tired and weak
I did not understand

I get out of my chair and I walk over to him
I said hello, how do you do
Then I realized he was the Easter Bunny
I asked him if this was true

He said yes it was he, it was him indeed
And with a tear he said, I'm going to quit
No one knows what I go through each year
No one cares, I'm so tired of it

I said, Well, What is the matter
Maybe somehow I can help
He said, You cannot but I will tell you
At least you'll understand no doubt

All year long I work on these eggs
So I can deliver on easter day
And no one cares what I go through
When I hide my eggs this way

I am chased by every cat and dog
Who would have me as their lunch he tells
And dodging traffic me and my basket
I must tell you, it's dangerous as well

One day they'll find me in the belly of a cat
Or along the road all squashed and flat
And would anyone care, I think they would not
It would just be the end of that

I said, You are wrong but I do understand
And I promise you we all do care
What you need is a vacation now and then
What you should do is come back here

The children of the world cannot do without
You are in their hearts and minds
I think perhaps I really can help
If you'll wait here and have the time

I quickly got up and went to my house
I came back with a couple of things
For the dogs and cats I gave him a stunn gun
Around his neck he wore with a string

For the traffic I gave him a baseball cap
With colored lights and reflectors and such
This would allow traffic to see him as well
Oh he loved these gifts so much

This made him happy and he continued his way
And for easter it always still comes
I still see him once or twice a year
For his vacations this is where done

If you happen to find while gathering your eggs
Your dog or cat is laid out
Well, I am so sorry but I gave him the gun
I had to help my friend out!
the end

copyright 2004
Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com