'Twas the Night Before the Egg Hunt

DISCLAIMER:

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS REAL. THE NAME OF THE PARTY INVOLVED IN THIS SITUATION HAS BEEN CONCEALED TO PROTECT THE INDIVIDUAL FROM ADDITIONAL EMBARRASSMENT AND SHAME. THIS BLOG IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURIES SUSTAINED DUE TO THE INGESTION OF STARBURST CANDY, WHICH HAPPENS TO BE A JUICY CONTRADICTION.

‘Twas the night before the egg hunt, and all through her dwelling,

Against her gluten-free diet, a girl was rebelling.

Dreaming of pancakes packed full of wheat

And sugar-free syrup, so yummy, so sweet.

Breakfast had ended and the girl’s work began,

Constructing goody bags was the fun task at hand.

She was holding an Egg Hunt the very next day

At her church for the children who would come to play.

She counted the eggs and the treats several times

And stuffed the bags full while watching “Army Wives.”

The sugary treats she couldn’t resist,

Into her mouth a Starburst went with a flick of her wrist.

Chewing and chomping the sticky sweet goo,

A strange and peculiar sound echoed throughout the room.

Something wasn’t right, something was weird.

A quick finger-sweep confirmed what she feared.

Her temporary crown, the second one she’d received

In three weeks time had popped off, she was peeved.

Where the crown once sat, a hillbilly-lookin’ peg now stood.

What the what?? This can’t be good!

She ran to the phone with the rogue crown in hand

To see if the dentist could come up with a plan

To fix her messed up grill before tomorrow came to be

And to stop her from screaming like a crazy banshee.

Reinstalled was the crown, she was sent on her way

With a supply of emergency cement, should the crown go astray.

Starbursts and crowns are a bad mix, she did learn.

Happy Easter to all, eat your candy with caution and concern!