Easter Haiku.

The smell of Easter
I need water! Ow, my teeth!
Cadbury Creme Egg

Did they find all the eggs?
I still remember last year
The attic still stinks

Rabbits everywhere.
Good thing I have my shotgun.
Sad Kindergarten.

Peeps are not real food;
Some kind of petroleum
By-product’s my guess.

Broken plastic eggs,
Basket grass all through summer;
Easter fucks up park.

Purple jelly beans
Pink green white licorice and red
hyper sugar trip

No candy, Jesus:
The M & Ms just fall through
The holes in Your hands