Easter Eggs

Today, I wrote a poem called Easter eggs. I really enjoyed including some things from Russia because it is a culture I want to learn more about. I found it tricky to find the right words for my poem. Next time, I would like to change the main idea of my poem because it does not go well with the theme.

Easter eggs are falling down off the bridge in Moskou.
And the Easter Bunny jumps away because he thinks 'oh, what a pain'.
Smart little children are jumping up and down for it is an Easter holiday, a holiday of fun.
The teachers are coming out of school, the church is ready for its ceremony. Oh wow, what a hustle in Moskou.
Easter food is being eaten by many of us. We do it seated.
Raisins and nuts, cottage cheese to be put in an Easter dish known as Paskha. Know one actually knows why.
Easter service is being held, the priest breaks the bread and all is done well.
Giggles of joy and laughter will fill the house with noise, so go to bed nice and early.
Golden Easter wrappers are being wrinkled, eat up that chocolate, it's all yours.
Small chocolate eggs and large chocolate bunnies are being eaten all around the globe.