Sneaking down to Grandma’s room
What did I discover?
A row of smiling rabbits
Wrapped in dazzling colours
I did a little dance
And whispered out Yippee,
Knowing that these Easter gifts
Were waiting there for me
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“Easter” by Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentEaster
I cross the road to Molly’s farm.
There is a sign nailed to a post:
Eggs for sale.
I buy a dozen.
I hear a rooster crow.
On the way home I trip and fall.
One egg is cracked and broken,
The others are saved.
On Sunday we celebrate Easter;
Soft boiled eggs for breakfast.
I see the Easter bunny has visited too!
Dark chocolate is my passion.
Life is good.
“CHOC -A-LOT” by J. R. Poulter
Leave a commentCHOC-A-LOT
Flavour number 1
I have a confession. I am a confirmed chocaholic! This is how it all started…
The Chocolate Box J.R.Poulter 08
They all look so pretty
In glittery foil
What a terrible pity
To open and spoil….
Mmmmm
You have one of these,
I’ll have one of those.
It’s all over my fingers.
There’s some on your nose!
I think I’ll have pink!
Did you want that one too?
That’s okay, I’ll tell you what,
We’ll chop it in two!
Pick it up and lick it up,
Runny strawberry filling!
Quick, quick, quick as sticks!
It’s oozing out and spilling….
Now it’s gone just everywhere!
What are we to do!
Come on Goggles in you come,
You’ve cleaning up to do!
[Goggles is a male mini poodle.]
I was young and innocent then…only 4 years old…that was so long ago…
I have to say my aunt DID NOT HELP. She has the disease too. I think it must be genetic.
Flavour Number 2.
Beware my Aunt! I’ve made a sign
To warn off friend and stranger,
“Committed Chocaholic!
Your chockies are IN DANGER!”
Whenever I hear her coming
I hide my chocolate bars,
The Milk Ways and Crumbles,
Snickers, Picnics, and the Mars.
I’ve buried them in casseroles
And bags of brussel sprouts,
But her nose is like a bloodhound’s
She always sniffs them out!
I hid them down the backyard
Amidst the potted flowers.
Ants found them before Aunty,
De-anting took us hours!
I hid them in a secret spot,
The best place I could find.
Trouble is I can’t remember where,
And that I really mind!
Now Aunt’s come here to help me
Find out just where they are.
Her payment for detective work?
Of course, a chocolate bar!
I guess eating chocolate’s better
When you don’t eat it alone.
Chocolate Hunts ARE fun with Aunty
But I wish she’d bring her own!
How was a kid to cope? My life crawled along from craving to staving, a path littered with chocky wrappers. It was hopeless. I think my aunt must have sensed how desperate I was. I think she tried to help. I hope she tried to help. Maybe what she did was well meant but….I don’t like to think about that……
This is what happened.
Flavour Number 3.
HOW I WAS SAVED FROM CHOCAHOLISM!
Aunty’s got a chocolate box.
She said,”Have one or two.”
I had one wrapped in bright red foil,
And then a flowery blue.
I sucked them – oh, so slowly –
They were so VERY nice!
I thought, would Aunty REALLY mind
If I had a couple – twice?
They were the most delicious things
That I had EVER had!
Surely, if I had – just – two more
Aunt could not call me bad?
Oh, SCRUMPTIOUS! YUMPTIOUS! There were more
That I just HAD to taste!
Why – if I left them sitting there
They MUST all go to waste!
The box was looking emptyish.
The last ones left looked lonely.
I thought that it would be QUITE wrong
To leave a couple only!
And so I ate the last ones too,
But, very strange to tell,
They didn’t taste just quite so good,
And – I didn’t feel so well – .
My tummy looked about to pop!
My throat felt – kind of queer -.
My tummy started woooobelling –
I held onto the chair!
Then as I looked at the chocolate box
And wondered would I be whacked,
I remembered every gluttinous glob
And the box got its contents back -!!
BLARRRRUGH!
Now I wont touch a chocolate,
Not a bar, a block, a bite!
I will not even look at it!
Well, – at least I wont – tonight –
But, hey, You know what, I think? I DON’T WANT to be cured!
Cause….
Flavour Number 4.
Lots and Lots of Choc-a-Lot!
I like a lick of choc-a-lot!
I like it rich and thick,
I like it in bright wrappers
In balls or cubes or sticks!
I like it milk,
I like it dark!
Its smooth as silk…
It gives me spark!
I like it icky sticky
When it melts ‘n runs ‘n goos…
I like the yummy gummy ones,
The chewier, the oohier,
With toffee on the ooze!
I like the snap and brittle ones,
I like the smudgey fudge,
The mallows and the jelloes –
And NO, I ‘m not a pudge!
I’m far too busy hiding
My store of choc delights
And trying to run from everyone
Who wants to take a bite!
“Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit” by Jan Darling
Leave a commentMy favourite plate when I was a child had a picture of a rabbit wearing a red jacket at the front of a group of little rabbits, with the last line of this poemprinted on it. Jan Darling
‘Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit
Where did you put my Easter habit?’
‘Which one?’ she said (she was making his bed)
‘I have to wear the one that is red!’
‘Why red, my kitten, you’ve a yellow one, too;
And last year you wore the one that is blue.’
‘I promised the others back there in the shed
That I would be wearing the one that is red.’
‘Bunny, my kitten, where is it written
That you must wear a coat that matches your mitten?’
Bunny tried to explain that the man from the train
Had said that red jackets were the best in the rain.
‘I can’t wear the yellow, my eggs aren’t marshmallow
And I don’t like the eggs that are filled up with jello.
It says on the packet I must wear a jacket
That matches my mittens – or there’ll be a racket!’
‘Please, Mummy Rabbit, could you find my habit
We have to rehearse with the new Jackrabbit.
I have the crème eggs, the ones that you like
I’ll bring you one home when I find my bike.’
‘Oh dear little Bunny I’d love a crème egg –
I’ll look for your jacket, you don’t have to beg.’
So Bunny hopped off to the hall at the church
Happy not to be leaving his friends in the lurch.
‘Bunny’ they cried as our hero was spied
‘If you don’t wear the red, it will damage our pride.’
‘Mummy Rabbit is searching from the roof to the ground
She won’t stop her looking until it is found.’
‘Thank goodness’ they sighed, ‘cos we can’t change the verse
Now Bunny is here, let’s start to rehearse.
Easter eggs will be shared and happiness spread
And it’s Bunny who led in his coat of bright red.’
”The Paper Boy” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentThe paper boy
A boy on a bike
through leafy streets
delivers the papers
while we are asleep.
Who hears the squeak
of his speeding wheels?
Not us, not us,
for we are asleep.
Who sees the sun
glint on silver spokes?
Not us, not us,
for we are asleep.
The paper lands
with a thud beside
a garden gnome
who peeks inside.
How well-informed
is that old gnome!
How lazy am I
in my bed at home!
”Easter Bilby” by Kylie Covark
Leave a commentEaster Bilby
Dad says that he’ll tell
The Easter Bunny
I’ve been good.
As long as I do
All the things that Mother
Says I should.
But being good
Is not always
As easy as it seems.
There’s always other
Plans to hatch;
There’s plots,
And tricks,
And schemes.
I’d rather make
Some mischief
Than waste time
To make my bed,
So this year
I’ll send my order
To my bilby mate
“After Easter Bunny Left” By Louise McCarthy
Leave a commentAfter Easter Bunny Left.
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
Leave your shoes, don’t worry,
Forget your jackets and your hats,
It’s time to go; let’s scurry!
So in the ceiling of the house,
Little mice and Mrs. Mouse,
Just after Easter Bunny left,
Embarked upon their plan of theft.
They scaled down walls – through gaps and cracks;
Avoiding funny, springy traps.
The moon sent light through window panes,
Assisting mice with their campaigns.
And then at last a glint, a gleam,
“We’ve found it, yay!” squeaked one mouse team;
It’s brilliant, bright, it’s so astounding…
Their little hearts were really pounding.
An Easter egg – wrapped in thin tin,
The mice created such a din.
But Mrs. Mouse said “Shh – quiet, hush,
We’ve got to hurry, we have to rush.”
And so with care the mice did toil;
Unwrapped the egg and left the foil;
For children love the foil the best
And mice prefer to eat the rest.
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