Typewriter Rodeo: The Easter Egg We Didn’t Find

Each week, the Standard reaches out to Austin’s Typewriter Rodeo for a custom poem on Texas topics.

By David FruchterApril 26, 2019 9:30 am,

You boiled the egg, you dyed the egg, you hid the egg — and you didn’t find the egg for a week. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.

The Easter Egg We Didn’t Find

Easter’s finally over
we’re well into Lent

when from somewhere in the kitchen
there starts to come a scent

putrid and sulfuric
as if someone died

and everyone at the funeral
flatulated instead of cried

there can be but one explanation
and so the hunt resumes

that we had thought long over
the chocolate bunnies left the room

but they left behind them
one now rotten ovum

and now the family’s searching
that terrible smell drove ’em

almost crazy ’til they found
in some rarely-used drawer

the long unfound, once brightly colored
egg that got ignored

now a nest of writing maggots
that fate left in store

for us careless parents
though for what it’s worth

it kind of fits the season
out of death, rebirth…

Produced by Laura Rice.