OK, OK, I'll do it. But if someone calls the cops saying the guy in apartment 105 is torturing cats, I'll tell 'em you asked for it. Singing isn't what I do best; I'll usually need the shower tuned an octave lower than my age to really get into the mood. Nevertheless … where did she hide the scotch?
You know the season is the reason - that and my geriatric memory that convinces me I'm still a pedantic Romantic who can woo my sweetheart by dashing off a verse or two. Anniversaries , birthdays, Valentine's Day come first to mind, but last Easter, after scoffing too much chocolate (I think she hid it with the scotch and I homed in on it) I had an seizure of sensuality and sublimated prurient desire by writing instead of — well, Beverly is of the opinion (strongly held opinion) that mornings are for sleeping and tea, in that order and any other activity will be hazardous for the perpetrator.
On with it. Break out the guitar, Hilary. Don't bother tuning it; you know I'll never notice.
Easter Bunny Chocolate
You're my Easter Bunny Beauty;
Let me nibble on your ears and toes.
I can taste the sweetness on your lips
when we nuzzle up, nose to nose.
March Hare-ess in the making
making my libido rise.
You're the chocolate icing on my cake,
the candy apple of my eyes.
We could start a happy habit,
celebrate the rites of spring
when my little lady rabbit
gets my Easter bells to ring.
Come be my bunny-wunny;
you're a taste that's never stale,
and with all your sugar frosting
you're my candy cottontail.
If you chose most any pose
most all your clothes dispose
t'expose what seldom shows
I knows where the chocolate goes
You're my Easter bunny beauty.
Love you from your ears to toes.
Love to taste the sweetness of your lips
when we nuzzle up, nose to nose.
And nibble those ears and toes
And nuzzle up nose to nose
And nibble those ears and toes
And nuzzle up nose to nose.
I know you depraved readers will want a post-Easter report on the outcome of my (early) mid-morning serenade, but just be satisfied, as I so often am these days, with a fertile imagination. And share some chocolate with the sweet people still in your lives.