Easter

The time has come for Easter,

With chocolate treats galore.

Eggs are filling people's mouths,

While wrappers coat the floor.

...

The Easter Bunny's done his job,

He won't be back until next year.

Time to make more chocolate eggs,

That consumers hold so dear.

...

He's now facing unions with Santa,

Their workers want their rights.

Sick that their boss works one day a year,

Or in Santa's case, at night.

...

The elves are tired of being grunts,

So are the Bunny's chicks.

Laying chocolate eggs all year,

It's enough to make them sick.

...

What will happen to this land,

In April, 2012?

Will we have to get our eggs,

From supermarket shelves?

...

Fear not my friends, for there is hope,

Know not all is lost.

'Cause we've got the Easter Bilby,

Picking up where Bunny stopped.

A/N

This is admittedly something that could go on Fictionpress, but I'd rather keep everything I've written on the same site. And hey, it was read out at an Oxford University dinner, so I guess it can't be all bad. :)