Easter Sunday

Twas the week before Easter,
and all through the day
my thoughts were on eating,
hey, what can I say.

The ham had been purchased,
the perogies were bought,
but an invitation
was all that I sought.

I'd travel for miles
and I'd bring a cake
yes, I'd be all smiles
here's what it would take.

Just call and invite me
for Easter dinner or brunch,
Hey I'd even settle for
a packed brown bag lunch.

Just don't make me cook it,
no mashing or chopping.
Just call me up and
I'll come hopping.

So please don't forget me,
I'll be quite polite.
I'll help with the dishes
and bid you goodnight.