A chocolate egg for you and me.
It’s the finest chocolate you’ll agree.
Freshly laid and wiped clean.
My cheeks now a rosy sheen.
Because it’s made from poo and pee.
The Easter Bunny left this surprise.
Tiny brown chocolates are all just lies.
It’s really poo pellets, squishy and soft.
They’re the size of sultanas, held aloft.
But eat them and you’ll hear the cries.
So this year’s egg hunt was aborted quickly.
Upon discovery of the eggs being so sickly.
The kids thought it was a great joke.
Until they tasted the pooey yoke.
And their vomit came out quite thickly.