An Easter Fable
by Robert Scott Brown
Thursday, June 19, 2003
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I wrote this as a GOOF!..meaning no disrespect to Jesus, I realize that he was left on the cross for all of our suffering, so this poem just puts a twist on that, and I just wanted to convey the fact that he didn't die on it, but was finally released, and no longer in pain!
This Sunday is Easter for Jesus and bunny,
They're hoping it's warm, and most of all, sunny.
Christ said "hey rabbit" let's see who is boss.
Please dig me a hole and topple this cross.
Rabbit said Hmmm?..you'll need many holes,
I'll summon my friends......they're good cause they're moles.
The sun was so hot and no one returned,
Poor Jesus was tired and getting sunburned.
When all of a sudden a beaver came near,
And said "don't you worry, you've nothing to fear.
I'll chew down that cross, today you are lucky,
I do know your name.....oh!....my name is Bucky.
He started to eat that wood with a passion,
That's what beavers do..it's really their fashion.
Christ said...."hey careful, I think I am falling",
The beaver said "great, oh! someone is calling.
It was rabbit and moles, but they were too late,
Jesus said thank you...it must have been fate.
On this year at Easter, let's all feel swell,
That Bucky made splinters, and that Jesus fell!