By MAKENNA WOOD
Staff Writer
The kitchen smells of vinegar,
As our family decorates the eggs
These smiles are sinister,
As we all wait to go out and play.
The Night has finally come,
The yard awaits the clashing
red and screams;
As the Easter bunny’s heart
beats like a drum.
Trying to run from my family’s
murderous schemes.
Run little Easter bunny, run
As fast as you can
But it has already begun.
Run, Run, Run
Run.
