Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #266
Words: champion, basket, dye, us, spring, straw, writhe, fire, smite, try, guise, deplorable
For us, Spring was a champion.
No one could dampen fun of dying
eggs. We tried to dunk them
in Easter-friendly colors, displaying
threads of fiery red in the centers.
Eggs were then set gingerly
in a straw basket. Under guise
of paper green grass, writhed
to form squiggles, we hid jelly
beans of green, yellow, black,
Next morning, a deplorable sight
greeted us outside our front door.
A score of smashed colored egg-
shells lay on the ground. Bullies
had smote a dozen eggs, stomping
on them with boot heels. Black
prints were clear in smears
of cracked shells, and pieces
of cooked eggs. But, we refused
to let a few bad eggs ruin
a tradition. Spring was still