Ode to the Easter Ham

The beauty of the table, the great Easter Ham
now, sitting in a crock pot, bean soup, I am.
I once was ham sandwiches and Potatoes Au'Grautin,
I suppose this is good, I don't want to get rotten.
But the eggs are all eaten, the candy all hoarded.
The cellophane grass is all over the floor and baseboarded. (OK literary license)
The baskets are back in basement storage,
The cook is now guiltily swallowing omega 3 with flax and borage.
One more holiday passed with neuropathy,
and the crazy lady is still live and kicking, oh, hallejuaheeeee!


On to Beltane! The next reason to party.

Have a good day!