I spent my whole Easter
alone on my keister
munching roast beast, or
something like that

nibblin' chocolaty ears
and guzzlin' beers -
in wondrous good cheer,
just me and the cat.

Of a sudden, there came a thunderous BOOM
that rattled the walls of my little room
and filled me with a sense of doom
that I couldn't possibly shake

and the pounding - The POUNDING! -
and a voice was resounding,
rebounding, rebounding!
there was no mistake:

The Bunny was back, with a bee in his bonnet
and a chambered carrot with my name on it
and though it was clear it was time I was gone, it
was also quite clearly too late.

The door burst ajar and the Bunny hopped in
with a gun in his paw and a frightening grin -
it was plain that the mayhem was set to begin;
I was ready to meet my sad fate.

He looked in my eyes - I just knew I was dead
'til my kitty sprang up from beneath my bed
with an egg in a sling that she aimed at his head
with the grace that was always her habit.

The egg hit its mark and the hare blew a gasket
and suddenly, he looked quite fit for a casket
and I was so glad for the eggs in my basket
that helped us to knock off the Easter Rabbit.

04/24/2011

Posted on 04/24/2011
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