Spring holiday has past
Easter candy devoured
Warmth reaches us at last
As buddings have flowered
Every bunny of chocolate
And bean made of jelly
Has disappeared down my facial socket
And landed right in my belly
But alas! Do I hear a quiet lone tweet?
From a bird or chicken awoken from sleep?
No, they are not nearly as sweet
As this treasure I’ve found, the last living Peep!
Oh what a wonder!
You’ll find nothing finer
Made mainly of sugar
To save for post dinner!
This Peep to be idolized
By greedy five fingers
I guard anxiously my prized
Sweet treat that lingers
But Temptation’s dawn
Has risen too soon
As Sugar’s bitter fawn
Makes my taste buds balloon!
Oh Sweet Peep
That I hold here and now
Forgive what I weep
But it is fine time to chow!
Your cute little eyes
Are gnashed, cut, and slashed
I ignore your cries
As your mellow is mashed!
Dear friend,
Quiet your screams
You’ve come to your end
But it’s not as bad as it seems
Your taste that I savor
Was your meaning employed
Thanks for lending the favor
Your tale was especially enjoyed!
But bliss is eroded
By realizations sigh
My faces is contorted
As the tears start to fly
Peep!
Sweet friend that I had!
Now I weep
For what I did was so bad!
Now your all gone
What a cruel thing to do
Now for your company I long
Oh why did I eat you?!
Peep I held dear
Sweet sugary pal
Will you come back next year?
I pray that you shall
I’ll be kinder next time
That promise ain’t phony
I’ll hold out a bit longer
But either way, you’ll end up in my tummy!
The Poets Corp. 