Let me be your Easter Egg
Let me be your Easter Egg
Roll me over – watch me beg
Wrap me, race me, tap me, chase me
Use your paintbrush to deface me
Let me be your Easter gift
Your springtime chocoholic lift
Put me in a cardboard case
Hide me in a secret place
Let me be your Easter thrill
A giant chocolate-coated pill
Boil me, oil me, crucify me
Resurrect me – colour-dye me
Make me chocolate filled with cream
I wanna be your Easter theme
Melt me, eat me, smear me, lay me
Decorate and Fabergé me
Make me wholly chocolate cream
I wanna be your Easter dream….
Helga Hewston, 2009
This ‘poem’ is not in accordance with the solemnity of Easter, and as such, I must object to the suggestive, even flippant, nature of its verse. Easter is a time when all Christians come together to celebrate the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. Really! To write about an egg being ‘crucified’ is outrageous. Cruci-FRIED maybe…
Uh…I am strangely aroused by that poem.
I don’t know whether to go molest my wife, or eat a pound of Cadburys.
BTW, evidence egg-zists that Jebus was not crucified, but poached and served with hollandaise sauce on a bed of matzoh.
You think the pope is named BENNEDICT by coincidence?? I don’t freekin think so.
Um…..can I freeze my Easter eggs?
Chocoholism CAN be cured (by a verified Church of Scientology programmer) for a small fee ($20,000)