What eats the Easter Bunny
hopping out onto the lawn
it was a misty early
Sunday on Easter morn.
He picked up the eggs
from where they were
all colors abound lightened
fuchsia, greenish azure.
He wondered how many
he would surely eat
remembering years past
tummy ache. To beat
it he swore he wouldn't
do that ever for years
so he reput the eggs down
smilingly he was cured.
Let the boy and girls
get their eggs instead of me
he hipped and hopped
and stroked his goatee.
For my grandsons
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