Farewell, Peter Cottontail! (Easter Eve, 2015)

I saw Peter Cottontail.

I swear I did. It was he!

He was in a bar last night

And he WASN'T drinking tea!

 

Sitting next to him I said,

"Hey, ol' Pete, ol' buddy, ol' guy---

You've got time to take a break?

How so? Please, tell me why."

 

"Cut me some slack," the poor guy said.

"You humans have a nasty habit

Of placing incredible expectations

On this weary, forlorn rabbit.

 

"Hiding billions of eggs, come on!

I'm not omnipotent, as you must know.

This task has been thrust upon me

Since a long time ago.

 

"What's more, I find it rather disgusting

And NOT in any manner funny

When I see a kid chomping

On a chocolate Easter bunny.

 

"Furthermore, to pass on baby

Rabbits as an Easter present

Is NOT from MY point of view

A practice I'd call very pleasant.

 

"And as to candy resembling chicks,

To me it seems so surreptitious

When you're saying, 'Oh, how cute!'

But really thinking, 'How delicious!'

 

"I think it's time to pass the baton

To another generous benefactor.

I don't care who it is;

Find a willing, starving actor.

 

"I suggest an Easter squirrel,

An Easter bear, or Easter goose.

With so MUCH on my plate there's no

Time to even reproduce."

 

I left poor Peter there at the bar

As he switched to drinking brandy.

I hope he managed this year at least

To pass out all of his eggs and candy.

 

(4-5-15)

 

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