A Hymn For The Passover Rabbit

(December 10, 2008)

Searching for Fabergé eggs
          in the brightly lit graveyard,
adorned in our finest suits
          and frilly bonnets

because the hare
          was split on Thursday,
                    one day before Friday
                    (explain why it's good)
and the chocolate covered bunny bled
          paschal coloured dye.

But they were well concealed
          in the plastic shredded grass
                    of pink and green

until Our Lady of Constant Concept-
          uality (her stage name
                    being Madonna) showed up
                    for the final act and filled
her bloody basket to the brim
          with Jelly Belly® beans.

And now it is Sunday morning
          and we feast on fatted pig
as sugar-coated chickies ascend
          into cotton candy clouds.