no matter what you say,
the foil gets ripped to tiny shreds
that seem to go astray...
So once all eggs are eaten,
and chocolate is a chore,
there'll be shiny bright reminders
twinkling on the floor.
They somehow spread from room to room,
like Easter time confetti,
there's bound to be a few of them
stuck behind your settee.
And however much you hoover,
however much you try,
You can be sure
that sometime soon
a glint will catch you eye.
