well, because bunnies don't come out eggs, do they now? that bunny is a thief! where did you get those eggs from? huh? he's running, a flock of angry birds flying after him; and i forgot my slingshot to smash those three piggies into smithereens (like in the folklore story: house of glass (hay), house of wood, house of stone).*

i never understood the tradition
of easter,
until now,
i get all the sweets and treats
and opulence at christmas...
but the way easter is celebrated
is quiet fascinating,
chocolate eggs of a castrato,
and the easter bunny must reflect
the size of irish families
and strict laws prohibiting contraception,
listening to bbc 4 and this actress spoke
of being 7th in the lineage of 11...
eager bunnies all around
and sweet choc testicles of a castrato...
well, so i decided to celebrate it too...
fasting... and walking around
saying the word: barabbas...
barabbas... it goes really well with all
those gothic cathedrals adorned
with gargoyles.