Buy Me The Easter Bunny
Easter Poem: An Easter Bunny Tale between Mother and Son
The magnificent art of my six year old son
Read, “Mom I know you can get this job done”
“Easter is coming, but don’t buy me a toy”
He said, “forget about candy, I’m a changed little boy,
Don’t give me games, or big wads of money,
Buy me the best gift
and I’m not trying to be funny,
Buy me the “big guy”
the real Easter Bunny”
I said, “son, I’m afraid the Easter Bunny’s not for sale”
So he asked if he could just get a hair from his tail?
“I’d be a Show and Tell smash Mawm, just get me that hair!”
I said, “son, he’s invisible, you can’t see him anywhere”
So pouting and dejected he began to walk away
But not before he had this little gem to say:
“It’s funny Mawm, you can’t buy me the Easter Bunny,
or get me a hair from his tail,
but he apparently leaves candy in each house as a trail,
and no one can see his head, arms or legs,
but I’m supposed to believe he lays chocolate eggs!”
by Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted
Tags: easter bunny poetry, easter poem
