A quick little poem, off the cuff. I usually let them fester for days, but this had time restraints due to a competition…
There was an Easter Bunny
Who’s tail was soft and runny
It saddened his wife
Their lack of sex life
But he just thought it funny
The wife she started a fling
He’d be out delivering
She met up with Chuck
A pleasant young buck
And she stoked his ding-a-ling
The Easter Bunny found out
Enraged, he issued a clout
His tail grew in size
To all their surprise
Too late, now. She’s up the spout