The Easterbunny came and laid <br />a dozen eggs, there, in the shade. <br />As Angie's son rolled out of bed <br />and to the Bunny he then said: <br />'I am eleven, almost twelve <br />and in my schoolwork I must delve. <br />I have, some years ago outgrown <br />those myths that kids are very prone <br />to fall for fairy tales and such <br />for windmills of the folks called Dutch <br />and Santa from the snowy North <br />and Easter Bunnies, and so forth. <br />So, take your multicoloured eggs <br />and move your tail and scrawny legs! ' <br />But Bunny did not listen then, <br />instead he asked the mother hen <br />if it was normal that he laid <br />as if he were a feathered maid <br />on Easter, coloured eggs at Dawn <br />near people's houses on the lawn. <br />The hen, who was a wise old owl <br />though still a witty, helpful fowl, <br />considered this for just a minute <br />then said, 'it's Easter, so be in it! ' <br />The boy, who was almost a man <br />replied 'I'm old enough and can <br />go get my rifle, shoot your hide <br />and make a widow of your bride.' <br />And this he did, with so much glee <br />that in the future there would be <br />no more of ancient time traditions <br />and rabbits went on different missions. <br />And eggs, by government decree <br />were now declared to always be <br />just poisonous cholesterol <br />and Santa stayed at the North Pole, <br />and two remaining Easterbunnies <br />were thrown head first into the dunnies. <br />Thus, you can see how it takes little <br />a word or two, a bit of spittle <br />to wipe traditions off the slate <br />So, no more Easterbunny, mate.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-easterbunny-and-angie-s-boy-tit-for-tat-poem/
