Creme Egg Poem by Ava

I don’t know how they resist,

The sweet taste of this

Yummy, scrumptious and smooth;

Silky-smooth.

It is hard enough on Easter Day,

While they hide the eggs you look away.

You’re hunting left and right,

Hoping that you might,

Sneak an egg in your basket,

Treat it like a diamond casket.

You’re icky and gooey,

But not at all chewy,

I hope you understand,

That I don’t demand I command.

I know it confusing,

Sometimes very amusing,

That I would love to make chocolate eggs when I’m older,

Only I would but they would end around my mouth and up on my shoulder.

I love the way they look and even the feel,

Your wrapper looks like it is made out of steel.

You’re beautifully wrapped,

The Easter Bunny probably napped.