Eggless
This was an eggless Easter Sunday
Purchased, stored and Cabdury laid
The hunt was planned yet never played
No boxes smashed, no foil unwrapped, no squared shells cracked, no sweet creme lapped
Dad’s getting fat, treats sugar like smack
Gaze in desire, determined not to snap
Asian mum prefers savoury snacks
No longer pretends that choc’s all that
Young boy claims it’s the worst day ever
Sicked up twice feeling under the weather
Tried some rice yet couldn’t keep it down
Tried on a brave face, couldn’t hide his frown
Alice in a strop now the egg hunt’s been stopped
Girl is the bunny and she’s starting to hop
Snuck out some rabbits from the Maltese box
Now she’s Dillon chilled in his fave spot
This was an eggless Easter Sunday
Still got caught in golden rays
Still watched Kanye’s live feed pray
Still had chicken and mash and gray-vay
Still had beers and chats with the folks
Still had fun without the yolks
Granny and Poppa took Alice to the park
Bruce’d been begging for a film too dark
With sister gone downstairs invited
Watched with Dad, he was so excited
Not a thought of his empty belly with aliens fighting on the telly
Nytheone Matt 