Lent is Spent.

My mind now races to Easter eggs
Champagne bottles, rolling kegs.
For forty days I’ve held my nerve
Stopped that barman as he began
To serve.
those creamy Guinness pints.

No says I I’m on a fast
as cocktail Sausages
in a basket passed
waiting for that Orange fill
for a whiskey chaser I would kill.

Someone then told me it’s forty six
more time to wait for that pick-a-mix.
With Bunny rabbit’s nose a twitching
My thoughts now switching to the kitchen.
Full fat fries, corks a popping
The fridge is empty I must go shopping.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )