I meant to share this poem around Easter, but forgot. Guess I had too much going on. This poem just sort of wrote itself, with the images of both the commercial and sacred aspects of the holiday mixing together in my mind. It is not meant to be offensive to religion, but instead, to compare and contrast the cheerful, innocent brightness of welcoming spring with the actual gruesome reality of a crucifixion and resurrection:
Scrambled Savior
Easter
pastel eggs
poor Jewish carpenter
whipped, beaten, and scrambled
last supper
omelet
Maranda Russell 
I love this! Very creative, indeed.
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Thank you! I added the intro just because I didn’t want people to think I was mocking their religion.
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I thought it was done very clever. I really enjoyed it!
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Good one. He arose fully whole.:)
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I agree with Beckie, very creative and you’ve ‘mixed’ the elements of what Easter entails very smoothly.xx
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Thank you! I really liked this little poem.
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