easter egg frenzy
The Easter eggs turned on the baskets in Easter Town.
Refusing to get inside, they began to throw themselves down.
What is happening? Asked a chick, a rooster, and an ugly clown.
They are going crazy, said an old churchgoing lady, with a frown.
She needed them inside those baskets, and it had to be today.
These Easter eggs were frenzied, they wanted things their way.
Tomorrow is Easter, you idiots cannot ruin this day to play!
But she could not get them in any kind of order that day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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