Sorry this one is a bit late - trying to catch up over the Easter holiday.
Just a quick effort with little tones of my own Easter childhood!
Every year on Easter Sunday
shiny shoes and cotton shirts,
All that Sunday Best malarkey
bored to death in that huge church
Hymn books open ready
morbid songs they make you sing
Hold your breath next to old Charlie
or inhale that musky ming!
In the morning came a visit,
Easter Bunnies clad in blue?
Just nutters in a onesie,
fooling nobody but you!
Little lamb a-bounding,
with energy galore
Till the day he's on the menu
feeds a family of four
Hens-a-constant laying
eggs-on-the-constant boil
Colours, faces, and cool patterns
for us to smash and spoil
Gee - all those shit straw bonnets
piled as much as you damned please
Then a prize for putting up with
hostile birds and angry bees
It's sad to hear the story
crucifixes, rolling stones
All forgotten once the wine flows
with no sin there to atone
When He's born we're given presents,
given chocolate when He dies
Forgiven each hypocrisy
before His very eyes
Such memories to last me,
arms so full of daffoldills
Stolen from a nearby cemetery
looks nice upon your sill
Same time again, then, everyone
school holidays of Yore
From Fridays through to Mondays
bring about that tin foil war
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