They don\u2019t make Easter any more
\nThe way they did when I was four<\/p>\n
My father wears a jacket and tie
\nMy mother too and so do I<\/p>\n
My auntie sings Blue Bayou
\nUnder the carport with cousin Lou<\/p>\n
At my elbow are the beets
\nNext to them are grandpa\u2019s meats<\/p>\n
The elk he shot right in the keister
\nWhich elicits a tremor from my sister<\/p>\n
My mother runs to get a bucket
\nIn case my sister has to chuck it<\/p>\n
I wonder why the lightbulb\u2019s dim
\nAnd why the milk tastes like cinnamon <\/p>\n
Whether Jesus had such an Easter
\nIncluding a nauseated sister<\/p>\n
Whether elk are wild in Jerusalem
\nAnd if their milk tastes like cinnamon<\/p>\n
Whether lightbulbs gave Joseph fits
\nWhether Mary sang Roy Orbison hits<\/p>\n
Whether women wore clip on ties
\nAnd where they parked their cars at night<\/p>\n
We bow our heads to save us sinners
\nThen tuck into our gamy dinner<\/p>\n
Ahh, they don\u2019t make Easters any more
\nLike when my sister heaved on the floor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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