Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Egged On

Easter bunny hop hop hopping

With eggs to hide in the graveyard,

For egg hunt is Easter shopping

A weird spot, gravitas is hard

For the tipsy Easter bunny,

Plowing 'round in furry furrow

Through the headstones, giggling funny,

Eggs drop in the bunny's burrow,

Chugging on the bottle of booze

Till the last drop of beastly dregs.

Mission Easter bunny pursues.

So who to hunt the Easter eggs?

Weird Easter egg hunt could be said,

The egg hunters be the raised dead.