Easter
The Easter Bunny left some eggs.
Hard hollow chocolate sweets.
A wicker basket holding them
still packaged bright and neat.
The tallest treat a solid bunny.
The basket handle touching.
Two hundred grams of gnawing fat
below the handle crouching.
A nest of shreded tissue paper
holding all things in.
Enough to make you fatten
when you'd rather you were thin.
Your basket coloured purple
suited for an Easter Spring.
The feeling spirits risen
more than chocolate candies bring.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2015
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