Happy Easter!
78.Blood and chocolate and bunnies. (March 2015)
As eggs that don’t boil,
Are taken outta their foil,
There’s strange goings on,
That give cause to wonder,
About the familiar jumper,
Stalking the jumper that bounces,
And the one that embodies the season,
May end up disembodied and seasoned,
As eggs and kids roll down the hill,
Easter Bunny jumps as he thrills,
To leap with joy among the daffodils,
All at peace among the blooms,
But all too soon he sees all too late
While they all roll down they never return again,
And who’s that hidden in the bushes, anyway?
Among the corpses in the copse,
Not for Bugs a cheerful chocolate fate,
He should’ve leapt instead of stared,
At the stalks that let slip fake heads,
No more smart remarks, no more carrots,
An arterial flourish makes for a colourful finish,
As he feels an altogether different thrill,
Thanks to the flashing headless blooms that kill,
It’s not looking well, right now,
Freddy’s back, and he’s wanting his eggs,
There’ll be no love, among the chocolate dead.
(c) Jim Laing 2015.
