Easter Egg Hunt II
So, here’s my idea for some fine Easter cheer,
I thought, the plan was so simple and clear.
For my grand sons I’d host an Easter egg hunt,
never before had I thought of this stunt.
I went to the store, bought ten dozen eggs,
handled with care as each white orb begs.
Loaded the bed, my ‘ol truck to enroll,
drove to my home and struck every pot hole.
When home my truck bed leaked yellow yuck,
I knew some eggs were sure out ‘o luck.
Carefully carried my eggs to the porch,
these hapless survivors I’d soon set to torch.
Drug my old wash tub from the back shed,
built a fire, let it burn to a red charcoal bed.
Rested my wash tub on four concrete blocks,
filled it with water, that old tin box.
Stood back smiling soon water to be boiling,
from the fire came a hiss with steam coiling.
That old tub had a leak, maybe two or three,
water was dripping on the fire I could see.
Retreat to the kitchen, I would try once more,
I’d use the microwave to ease the chore.
Set the microwave forty seconds to cook,
sat back and watched, so perfect they looked.
Soon exploding cooked egg flew about the room,
me ducking and dodging shell and egg spume.
My kitchen was a horrid boiled egg sight,
it took me some hours to get clean that night.
The ranks of my eggs were becoming slim,
from battalion, to company, to platoon looked grim.
Decided to boil eggs in a traditional way,
filled pots of water on the stove in safe array.
Turned on the burners, all pots set to boil,
dropped in some eggs and set them to toil.
It sounded like a gun fight at the ok corral,
then I had flashbacks of Guadalcanal.
Turned off the burners when I came to,
my surviving eggs only a brace or two.
These beauties I stacked in bowls to stain,
I couldn’t hide them in their white coats so plain.
Found some old packets of dye in a drawer,
these should be perfect, who could ask for more.
Made up some bowls of multicolored dye bliss,
there couldn’t be anything hard about this.
I dropped in eggs as I saw the need,
some I would two color, in the course of this deed.
Eggs were a splashin’ in a colored rain shower,
I was colored as they by the end of an hour.
Who knew permanent meant forever,
I looked like a tie dye t-shirt endeavor.
Green, some yellow, some purple, red and blue,
there were colors on me that I never knew.
Came Easter morning, all set for the hunt,
eggs were all spread in the yard in the front.
I sat on the porch and sipped some cold tea,
waiting for arrival of my families company.
First came squirrels stealing two eggs at a time,
then came neighbor dogs, eating eggs their crime.
Woodchucks and chipmunks I’d never seen,
‘possum’s and birds, my colored eggs to glean.
I rushed thru the yard to save my last eggs,
excited critters running, even between my legs.
All that was left, broken egg shells seen,
those critters had come and picked my yard clean.
I would have been mad but I thought for a bit,
when finally came this thought about it.
My egg hunt didn’t go just quite as I’d planned,
but Mother Nature’s egg hunt, turned out grand.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016