Owing, one was forced to have presumed,
to some odd fluke in quantum probabilities,
four Easter eggs watched
as their constitutional proclivities
gave way to unforeseen abilities
they’d seemed to have acquired
to effect a transmutation from the ovoid
to the anthropoidal: from painted shells
around egg whites and yolks,
they’d now become four highly
colored folks. They had a human being
party! – sat around and told each other
egg jokes. But egg jokes soon get old.
Easter night turned flat and cold.
What happened after that, we weren’t told.