On this festive occasion <br />it's a question that begs <br />in the Lord's own equation <br />there's no mention of eggs. <br /> <br />All the chickens and bunnies <br />keeping well occupied <br />hiding eggs behind dunnies <br />where the spirits reside. <br /> <br />And when dawn wakes the masses <br />they stand up on their legs. <br />Yes, they all have their asses, <br />only some carry eggs.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gender-matters/
