Description: We usually have an Easter egg hunt for the grandkids, but this year the weather just stunk! You could almost swim in the air, it was raining so hard. So, what to do. Well, first you write a poem about it! Here it is.
Easter Egg Hunt in an Uncertain Climate -------------------------------------------
Here I hold an egg for Easter
that would be hidden but for this northeaster
to which I've lost my Easter bonnet
with all the lovely frills upon it.
My skirt blew up around my ears
exposing the extent of my arrears!
So this year our hunt is simplified
and will be held entirely inside.
I hold out my fists – guess which one!
Oh you found it! Isn't this fun?
Improvisation always has its rewards, whether good or bad, is not known until fastened on the point of a pin. In this case, until opening a closed fist. I like the show of modesty and the wisdom of the weather to enforce such. This is such a jolly fun read. Thanks.
Submission Name: Easter Egg Hunt in an Uncertain Climate
