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ODE TO THE EASTER EGG WE FOUND IN MAY
Along with a dust bunny from in back of the shelf
the innocent cat rolled you out.
In the dark, shoeless Dad stepped upon you
and let out a startled shout.
Your elliptical shell crunched and shattered,
a noxious stench rose and oozed,
the cat wisely galloped away
as the stink cloud spread and grew.
We opened all of the windows,
shooed the stink cloud out of the door.
Next Easter there will be no hunt.
To quote Dad: "Nevermore. Nevermore."
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Questions for a Litterbug
Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems
in the comments at Poetrepository.
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments here and at Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.
The roundup of 2015 Poetry Month projects throughout the Kidlitosphere can be found at
Ew! I can remember mowing over lost Easter eggs the following summer. Your ode brings the scent back early this morning! Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteI have a Question for a Litterbug today.
That's why this year we counted our eggs! Great image.
ReplyDeleteI hope it's warm where you are, with those open windows. This is a great poem, though I used to find jelly beans stashed and forgotten about.
ReplyDeleteThis makes me laugh! I can remember a few of these Easter incidents too! Although I distinctly remember my mom counting eggs too!
ReplyDelete"Disgusting!"
Gummy goo,
Stepping in poo,
Hair in food,
Folks being rude,
Snotty noses,
Hair on toes-es,
Flies on fruit,
Dogs' dead loot,
EWWW!
Disgusting!
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
gummy goo and stepping in poo...perfectly disgusting.
DeleteHair in food. Blech.
DeleteMust be from a memory, right? Ewww is right. No experience with this from Easter, only from a kid's locker!
ReplyDeleteCarol could add a stanza about lockers and gym bags, couldn't she?!? And SOCKS! And wet tennis shoes!! UGH!!
DeleteHey, the smelly sweaty clothes, stinky shoes (there is nothing worse smelling in the whole world than middle school boy tennis shoes) would be a great stanza! I may have to revise this! I have had several new ideas reading everyone else's.
DeleteDon't forget the girls soccer team with shin guards and cleats stuffed into bags!
DeleteOh no, I swear I can SMELL that rotten egg right through the lines of your poem, Mary Lee!
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarious, Mary Lee! Hope you had a happy Easter and counted all your eggs!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Cats are such handy scapegoats!
ReplyDeleteEwww. This is perfect!
ReplyDeleteThe reference to stinky lockers made me think of
one from my classroom. We serve breakfast every morn, Courtesy of the Milk Council. Imagine a milk saved and forgotten over Spring break ! Yikes makes me want to go in and check.
This is funny reading all the disgusting things everyone is thinking of. I was attracted to the picture because I have a matching cat. She is a little diva. At this very moment she is bathing herself.
ReplyDeleteI am doing digital poems and posting to #digipoetry. Others are sharing too.
This reminds me of the time, I made Ulranian Easter Eggs without blowing out the contents of the egg and without schellacing the egg. I forgot them until July when the noxious smell invaded the house.
ReplyDeleteOh, man, I hope this is not a True Story...
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