Empty Shell
Empty Shell
I caved in its head in my haste to be fed
On the candy that should be inside
But inside was hollow, that’s too much to swallow
So I smashed the damned thing open wide
Dad gave me a frown and said settle down
There’s no need to call out Dick Barton
You’ll still get to feed your insatiable greed
Cos the buttons are inside the carton
He said it’s a shame that nowt stays the same
And Easter eggs really don’t differ
They once used to be two pieces you see
And the packaging used to be stiffer
But one solid shell is a capsule from hell
With Easter not writ on the side
No more reflection of his resurrection
The day that, with joy, Christians cried
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