And so, we try the madness of the week, and for the Bard in poetry do speak...

I find I have a moment now to write
and so for this attempt I shall recite
and tell of things which have of late occured-
in rhyme and meter you shall hear my word.

The day of Easter rose, and on it I
sent many to the park, for it was dry -
and so the back up plan for Easter's hunt
inside my own apartment I did punt.

Then once the eggs of plenty had been found
(from where we two had hid them on the ground)
returned inside, where I did then implore
"Yes, you have candy, but please take some more."

Then Chris a candy temple did create,
the hungers of the Laura-God to sate,
while older twinkies talked of sit-down games
and how to save the world of Oath from Flames.

In time to work I did myself transport
To help prepare my boss's day in court,
and when that case was set for him to deal,
returned to join the twinkies at night's meal.

Today began: Gms I had to meet,
to craft a game - a chore, and yet still sweet.
And then to work, this time a chore reviled,
to finalize and see the memo filed.

This eve'n then arrived, and to my game
which bears about it Comet as a name-
Five towns to add to the Protectorate-
but now I must to bed, it's far too late.