THE EASTER BUNNY

It seems to me there’s something funny

About our friend the Easter Bunny.

Why does he carry a basket of eggs?

Bunnies don’t lay them – they’ve got four legs.

If you have four legs

Do you not lay eggs?

The platypus does and echidnas do

They lay their eggs and have four legs, too

Lizards and crocs and turtles that snap

Are reptiles not animals – so that is that!

So what’s with the eggs? is your next question

Is it something to do with their digestion?

This is quite clearly a matter of history

That’s why it all seems shrouded in mystery.

In the time of the Gods when the Earth was blest

The Sacred Guardians each had a quest

To Ostara it fell to look after the Sun

To warm the Earth and encourage some fun.

She nurtured Spring and the growth that it brought

She nourished the plants for food the Gods sought.

She was kind to the children – that was her habit

And especially fond She was of the Rabbit.

She kept a Bird, a beautiful thing

She loved to hear it twitter and sing.

One day when the children were acting funny

She turned her pet Bird into a Bunny!

A magical Rabbit, no less and no more,

A precious creature that She did adore.

In time this Bunny laid magical eggs!

E’en being an animal that runs on four legs!

The eggs were all coloured and bright of hue

Scarlet and yellow and green, red and blue.

The Goddess gave one to each child that she knew

Ostara eggs are Easter eggs to you.

This story was spread to folk the world over

and was carried abroad by every rover

It was earliest told by the Venerable Bede

In the years seven-hundred it was more or less creed.

Easter Bunny is honoured in chocolate with jelly

(Eat too many eggs – you’ll have a pain in your belly)

Filled with praline or crème or Turkish delight

To score the best there’s many a fight.

So that’s why our Easters are filed with mirth

And chocolate eggs that increase your girth

It’s the end of Lent – you can treat your tummy

To the naughty things that make you say “yummy”.

An Easter egg hunt,

Children searching for eggs

Rummaging in the garden,

Out in the fresh air,

Screams of excitement,

Together with laughter

Infectious, encouraging

Children happy and gay.

Good Morning,

This fortnight we are looking at Acrostic Poetry. This is a form of poetry often taught in schools.

Below is a description and a simple example.

As we head towards Easter perhaps you could write about Easter themes?

Send your poems into

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Regards

Jeanie

“The creative adult is the child who survived.” — Ursula Leguin

(Best known for her tales of Science Fiction and Fantasy)

A silver trail was left behind

It shimmered in the sun

No sign of its maker,

Only a clue.

I curiously followed the trail,

Before me was an agapanthus,

Bearing beautiful umbels of blue

And succulent long green leaves.

I parted them in search of

The mysterious creator.

Deep within the plant I found,

Asleep and securely attached,

A snail,

The architect of the silver trail.

Once upon a time in a used car yard,

There was a Mazda named Henry,

His duco was bright red,

Which bore several scars 

Incurred by previous owners.

Henry was sad because

He’d been there for several months,

And had lost many friends over time.

Two silver Nissans were parked on either side,

One was called Fred and the other Mary,

Henry had made their acquaintance,

He seemed to get on with them well,

His only fear, that they too would leave.

Henry desperately wanted to find a new home

With a family who’d love and care for him.

Every morning he would wake up

With the hope he would be the chosen one,

Every night he’d fall asleep disappointed.

This particular morning, Henry spotted

A nice young couple approaching the yard,

He honked his horn in order to get their attention,

“You know you’re not allowed to do that,” said Fred

But Mary said, “It’s alright Fred, they’ll see us too,

Who would you choose if it was you? 

A red car with scratches or a car almost new?”

Henry’s eyes lowered; he knew it was true.

The couple ventured over and looked at Mary,

Then bypassed Henry to inspect Fred,

But much to Mary and Fred’s extreme dread,

They paused at Henry whose duco was red.

They stroked his panels and tapped his bonnet,

This little Mazda was within their budget.

Half an hour later they appeared again,

With a smile on their face and keys in a hand,

Henry was so happy he could hardly contain,

The excitement he felt to be owned once again.