an easter basket melted
when it fell into the spitfire
the cat hissed when it smelled
the plastic popping
a little girl had already
nibbled at the chocolate bunny
so all was not lost
and she knew this
and so she was the most calm
about the bubbling and burning
of the green basket
the grandmother and the cat
fretted most about the incident
which caused great measures to
be taken the following year
as the spitfire lamb tradition
was retired and replaced with
an easy honey ham
and easter baskets
that were really just
green porcelin bowls.
scribblings, jottings, scenes & stories of Jeff Phillips, writer/performer/producer.
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