Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Chocolate Bunny

I’ve tied the final ribbon ‘round
the baskets bound with cheer.
Tomorrow will be Easter, and
the grandkids will be here.
The baskets shine with cellophane;.
the kids will think they’re great.
They’ll all be so excited—
even I can hardly wait!

As I admire my labor,
I am thinking, “Wonder if
I might untie a ribbon and
inhale one little whiff?”
Those chocolate bunnies smell so sweet,
and surely I could pick
just one of them and have myself
a tiny little lick.

Well, that awoke my taste buds,
and now it’s only right
to go ahead just this one time
and take a little bite.
I don’t know what got into me—
I meant to only nibble,
but now one basket’s all awry
with bunny left a cripple!

It seems as though I've now regressed—
I’m in my childhood years,
when I could not resist the taste
of  hollow bunny ears,
and here’s a candy flower in
the bunny’s little hand.
Oops, where’d it go? I think I know,
and, oh, it tasted grand!

I need to find a perfect spot
where evidence can hide.
I’ll rearrange the basket, get
it straightened and retied,
and hope the littlest kid won’t miss 
the bunny this one lacks
(for now I have to think of how
to cover up my tracks).

I'm feeling some remorse, it's true--
there's not much left of bunny.
I hope the kid will not suspect 
or think that something's funny
when all the others "ooh" and "aah" 
with smiles all wide and bright
because their chocolate bunny's whole--
while he gets just one bite.

I’ll claim that it’s a chocolate kiss
old Mr. Hershey cooks
for any special kids that aren’t
obsessed by how it looks.
From that time on, I’ll try my best
to curb my chocolate habits,
especially when temptations taunt
me shaped like Easter rabbits!

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