Porridge for Easter

Easter on the Prairies 2013


The skiers and skaters loved the long winter a lot
But the people who lived on the Prairies did NOT!
The people watched helplessly as the snowmobiles roared
The people cried desperately as the flakes fell in hoards.

The snow filled the ditches, the streets and the lanes,
Every shoulder from shoveling was suffering pain.
The wind blew with a fury and made the roads icy
Making any travel at Easter a plan that was dicey.

The people were worried that the Bunny would say,
"Oh, it is much, much too dangerous. I must stay away.
The baskets will stay empty this year.
Being a Rabbit that hops, I am not a good skier."


The people on the Prairies cried out in great fear,
"No candies? No chocolate? No Easter Parade?
Not even one Marshmallow Egg?"

"No! No! No! No!", they cried , cried, cried, cried.
"What's Easter without baskets and surprises inside?"

Then the People of the Prairie got an idea!
They had banquets and auctions,
They sold pies at the rink and canvassed the streets
Trying to raise money for some great Easter Treats.

After dances, and dinners, and discussions galore
The People realized they needn't do more
As they now had the money to buy a new Cat



The Good Easter Bunny could not say no to That.

 Easter dawned cold, with a wind that blew drifts that started to stick
Across  the roads and the fields to get one stuck quick.



Did THAT stop the Bunny?

NO!
He loaded his Cat with  his  baskets of  chocolates, marshmallow chickens,
and  eggs made of candy with  new pastel additions.

He raised the blood sugar of all in the town
With just the new rendition of the Chocolate Easter Clown.

He  brought Easter Joy across the white spaces
bringing grins  and full stomachs instead of sad faces.

What happened then?

While the People of the Prairies all say
That when the wrappers from the candy thrown down on  ground
Got the warmth of  the sun, it caused them to heat
Then the snow started melting and couldn't be beat.

The Prairies were flooded..all the candy was lost
Long Ears on  Arctic Cat took off for the South.

Porridge for Easter was the fare for the day
We were lucky to have that  as  some say.

No flowers, or lilies, or crocuses blooming
But spring will come soon , so nonsense in moving.