Easter

Easter Bunny didn't come by this year
and it kind of pissed me off.

I wanted to wake up
and go egg-hunting,
gorging myself on the spoils:
Cadbury, Reese's, and Starburst Jellybeans.

Guess you can't count on rabbits.
Some are always running late
for important dates.

Others get in trouble in
the gardens of Scottish men.

And still others escape from
county fairs
and wander the islands
in the Northwest.

Because of the inconsistency of rabbits,
I've resigned myself to the fact
that I may just have go to the store tomorrow,
buy some half-priced candy,
and hide it myself.