Easter Basket Case

in Poetry

In Easter Sunday new
knee-high to alter
on tip toe to offer
and all the while sinning
somehow on credit-
being born
past due.

But the real trespass
was that clip-on tie-
that suited my grandmother
while shaming her daughter
who whooped as she Windsored
then settled for a four-in-hand
that served as a forget-me-knot
a rosette to original sin
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NaPoWriMo April sometime and years past

 

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