Here’s what I’m doing this Easter.
First I’ll go visit the priest-er.
Then scarf down some sweets.
And other fine eats.
Before sitting around on my keester.

It seems to me each April Fool.
When practical jokes are the rule.
I’m so naive.
And quick to believe.
This holiday borders on Cruel.

On Thursday at lunchtime, some schmuck.
Broke out the window of my truck.
They stole all my stuff.
But it wasn’t enough.
So insurance is passing the buck.

Though I can’t seem to find a link.
My truck’s really started to stink.
I’ve searched high and low.
But the cause, I don’t know.
It smells like I’m housing a mink.

I want you to know it’s OK.
To celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
So go Kiss the Blarney.
And shake your Shillelagh.
‘Cuz everyone’s Irish today!

As I sit here reviewing my “notes”.
I find I’m a fan of the “quotes”.
It’s somewhat “cliche”
I should find a new “way”.
Though chances of that are “remote”.

So yesterday I took a break.
And some cookies decided to bake.
While they were still hot.
I ate the whole lot.
Then realized it was a mistake.