A spring bloom on Easter day,
Painted eggs on gilded trey,
Red and shining like a dream;
In between, chocolate and cream,
Laid more eggs, sweet bites on theme.
Fool you’d be though, if you rush,
On your teeth the sweets to crush.
One might sooner bite on rocks,
Laid as traps in ribbonned box…
Since it’s Fools’ Day on the clocks.