Easter is for Wabbits!

Easter is for Wabbits! 

With every step the poor man took, a chocolate egg he found,
the cashier at the corner store was busy, running around.
Easter morning and business was brisk, the coffee sales were high,
he had just sold the last bag of ice and couldn’t suppress his sigh.
As he faced his line of customers he couldn’t help but see,
that they all looked like rabbits; however could that be?
Their teeth were bucked; their ears were tall, bows around their necks, 
with whiskers and noses a-quivering on all; this had to be a test!
The more he looked, the longer the line; cottontails clear out the door.
The one at the counter was white with red eyes and spilled his Coke on the floor.
Everyone knows that with a full cup and no lid, you can’t expect to hop!
He yelled out loudly, “John, got a sec? Could you please grab the mop?”
The next one in line had wiped out the eggs, every last carton he’d bought
and his mouth kept running about the drive in and all of the traffic he’d fought.
The one after that had a basket in hand, her credit card there in the grass,
she wanted to know why it cost so much (she’d just filled her car up with gas).
The older cashier, whose name was Sam, was all but beside himself,
for everywhere that he did look, the floor and every shelf,
the windows and the cooler doors and even the pumps, he saw
were covered now with all those marks, made by a rabbit’s paw.
It seemed as if they multiplied, there were more and more and more.
They needed to hurry these bunnies through and try to clean up the floor;
he’d peeked over and seen the tile, a mess, if you get my drift.
Poor Sam just hoped that he could make it, just make it through his shift.
He needed something to quiet them down and get them on their way,
he had an idea, but it would be tough and a role he would have to play.
He turned around, put on his hat and in a gravelly voice he spoke, 
“All wight, you wabbits, back in wine, your cwedit cards weady, no joke!”
Suddenly the store was so quiet and still that it almost didn’t seem real, 
What is that ringing? What is that noise? What in the world is the deal?
Sam opened his eyes, immediately worried, where do those rabbits lurk?
He had been dreaming, oh happy day, time to get up, get ready for work.

03-18-11, revised
©tlp 2011
Orig. 04-02-04