A Hotsquash Easter Poem...
The sweet smell of chocolate caresses the air,
The HotSquash team stir in their lair,
Excitement surrounds them as they open their eggs,
Endorphins are rushing to their arms and their legs,
Chocolate that’s warm chocolate that’s cold,
Chocolate bunnies that stand up bold,
Large eggs and eggs that are small,
The Hotsquash team will devour them all!