I’m in Scotland over Easter so here’s a poem.

Tommorow I leave for Scotland. I probably won’t be able to post this Easter, so here’s an Easter poem:

‘Twas The Night Before Easter

‘Twas the night before Easter when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Baskets were hidden ready for the sweets,

chocolate, creme- eggs and other lovely eats.

The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,

While rabbits and baby lambs danced in their heads.

With the brothers in their bedrooms, and me in my cap,

had just settled our brains for a Spring night’s nap.

When out on the lawn there came such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter,

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw back the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-grown flowers,

Shone bright despite the early hours,

Then to my wandering eye came an image so funny,

There on the grass stood the jolly Easter Bunny.

He hopped a lot, it seemed quite a habit,

I knew it must be the Easter Rabbit,

He bounced like a kangaroo with springs on his legs,

And his nose twitched as he called out the colours of his eggs.

“Now red, now, blue, now purple with Stripes!

“Now black, now yellow, now turqoise, now white!

Behind the porch! On top of the wall!

Hide them, hide them, hide them all!

As dry leaves that stay in the place where they fell,

Whether under on top of a bush or down in a well,

They’d roll for a bit, then suddenly stop,

Then all around them the rabbit would hop.

And then in a twinkling I heard in the dirt,

The prancing and pawing of each little foot,

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

The bunny leapt to the door with a bound.

He was covered all in fur, from his head to his tail,

A rabbit the size of a very small whale,

A basket of eggs he carried on his back,

and he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes how they twinkled, his whiskers, how merry!

His teeth were all sticking-out, his nose like a cherry!

His brown, big ears stood up straight as a line,

and the fur on his back had a parting so fine.

The stump of a carrot held tight in his teeth,

And the leaves they encircled his head like a wreath,

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed like a bowllful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a jolly little bunny,

I laughed when I saw him, he looked so funny!

A wiggle of his tail and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And hid all the eggs then turned with a jerk,

And with a waffle of his nose and a wink of his eye,

He hopped away and waved goodbye!

He sprang with his basket in a sort of jog,

And hop-ran away like an exitable frog.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he hopped out of sight,

“Happy Easter to all, and to all a good-night!”

Bye!

PS: Here’s the original poem, read it, it makes mine seem funnier:

http://www.carols.org.uk/twas_the_night_before_christmas.htm

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One comment on “I’m in Scotland over Easter so here’s a poem.

  1. Mummy says:

    it doesn’t say anything about the children all being awake most of the night…

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