Joes out there searching for Easter Eggs, Telling Stories to bunnies.
He hasn't had so much fun since he was in his late twenties.
He's having a ball pinching cottontails and sniffing little hares.
Eating tons of chocolate Easter Eggs, and his favorite eclairs.
Children are shying away from him saying he really smells poopy.
His ears no longer stand tall, for some reason they're droopy.
The cameras follow him around, hoping he says something dumb.
Or that he sticks his thumb up his butt and pulls out a plum.
He's having a rip-roaring time, as he keeps shuffling around.
His aides need to help him occasionally, get up off the ground.
He's given a wake up shot that makes him seem semi-aware.
But no one thinks for a moment that he knows he's even there.
He entertains the little kiddies, like some big, old sick joke.
An old man dying in front of their eyes getting ready to croak.
Joe's performance will cause nightmares, , damage young minds.
As his freshly installed Energizer batteries quickly unwind.
Yep he's our deenergized dummy, going downhill too fast.
He's a boulder gathering no moss, as he goes tumbling past.
It's always been Joe's favorite holiday, there's so many children.
The message of Easter though is something Joe has forgotten.
D.L. Crockett -- 3/31/24