A Cynic’s Easter

Hello Poetry Lovers

A Happy Easter to you. I’m afraid this particular Easter offering is a little grim and cynical but sadly true.

However, that doesn’t mean I didn’t have great fun writing it! An old acrostic and I’ve blown the cobwebs off. Do have a read

A Cynic’s Easter

Enticed by chocolate eggs on the supermarket shelf, £10 for Club Card members in Tesco. It finds its way onto your credit card receipt.

An overpriced, overwrapped indulgence and you can’t get the silver paper off fast enough on Easter Sunday. The anti-climax is palpable, you end up leafing through the Radio Times with brown sticky fingers for a decent film on TV.

Self loathing begins on Easter Monday, and you wonder when the next holiday actually is so you can avoid it – and do summer holidays count?

Terse because the irony of cutting out sugar and cappuccino is not lost on you. And was that giant Lindor egg really so wrong?! You don’t answer that.

Eggs that are wooden and painted with vintage Easter chicks, filled with pricey hand-picked chocolate bunnies, get trodden underfoot by family members who wanted a Kit Kat one like their mates!

Recycling those splendid and colourful boxes. Their lingering smell of cocoa makes you want to heave. At least you avoided hot cross buns. Way too unhealthy!