We,
if we were good
got an Easter Egg
from teacher,
she said,
it was donated by,
William Smith,
which surprised me because he was
old and didn't know us at all.

But
it was at the Giant Axe on Easter day
where we jumped for joy at
the three-legged and
the egg and spoon race,
five a side, the football teams
girls and boys from the North and South
streams of chocolate on their chins and
in their mouth and Mother with the
kids in  t'pram looking at t'stalls
full of home made jam and books and things.

Me and bro' just out from the Saturday morning
matinee show at the ABC
pretended to be
Zorro,
we used to borrow the entrance to the
back door of the cinema
to get us in, to sit in sin and watch the screen
then with sixpence saved would buy ice cream and
still have change for a bag of chips.

How time slips away but Easter day,
stays forever young
forever fun and
tastes like chocolate
fairy tales.