A bunny for my honey, a finch egg for us all…

How was your Easter? I keep reminding my family that it’s still the Easter season, but I think sometimes it’s hard to sustain the joy for the whole 50 days! Still, it’s not hard to keep the poetic juices flowing for National Poetry Month, since that’s only 30. So, here we go!

~1~

Some artists use paints and some clay,
Colored pencils and charcoal quite gray.
Give me peppers galore
Carrot sticks by the score
And I’ll make you a fun veggie tray.

(“Mom, you’re so predictable,” one of my sons told me when he saw our bunny veggie tray. I am sure he meant it as a compliment.)

~2~

Why does egg-dyeing come once a year?
We always dye our eggs with so much cheer!
We dyed eggs from a hen
And our finches’ egg then.
There was no chick inside, never fear.

~3~

Butter tastes the same, I hear,
If shaped like popsicles or deer
Or snowmen or a brand-new hat
Or Goldfish in a fish-tank spat
Or trumpet players in a band
Or turtles sunning on the sand
Or airplanes or hot air balloons
Or cows that jump right o’er their moons.
But when you bid me Easter cheer,
Make sure the butter bunny’s here.

~4~

The veggie bunny, so loved and praised,
Was swiftly eaten as folks grazed.
Days later a new life it found
As stir fry eaten in one bound.

~5~

A tisket, a tasket,
A Lenten prayer basket.
I never could count
And intentions still mount,
We’ll keep praying
And not blow a gasket.

~6~

Breakfast advice?
Don’t eat jerky and Twizzlers.
It will not end well.

~7~

Way back at the start of the ’vid
All the best paper products were hid.
Now we dance through the store,
Shopping never a chore,
Grabbing oodles with arms like a squid.

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