55 Thanksgiving Puns That Are Plucking Hilarious
Thanksgiving is the one holiday where being a glutton is basically patriotic, and I respect that deeply.
Easter is the one holiday where candy, religion, and a giant rabbit all coexist and nobody questions it. I respect that energy. It’s also peak season for puns, and honestly some of these practically write themselves, which is both a blessing and a problem, because it means I have zero excuse for the bad ones.
Here we go.
Have an egg-cellent Easter! Yeah, I know. I KNOW. But you can’t make an Easter pun list without it. It’s like skipping the national anthem, technically allowed, deeply frowned upon.
I’m so egg-cited I could dye.
What do you call a mischievous egg? A practical yolker.
Hope your Easter is egg-stra special, and yes, I will be running “egg” into the ground before we’re done here. Consider yourself warned.
My friend asked why I take Easter so seriously. I told him it’s because I believe in the power of a good re-eggs-amination of one’s life. He stared at me for a full four seconds. That silence? That’s how you know a pun landed. Or that you’ve lost a friend. Either way, I’m counting it as a win.
You crack me up.
(Send that to someone on Easter morning. No context. Just chaos.)
None of those are original and I don’t care. They’re load-bearing puns. Every list needs them.
You’re one of my favorite peeps.
I told my kid not to put all her eggs in one basket and she looked at me like I’d just suggested we cancel the whole hunt. In her defense, strategic egg distribution is not a concept most six-year-olds are ready for.
Why did the Easter egg hide? It was a little chicken.
Some bunny loves you.
Instagram caption. Done. You’re welcome.
He is risen, and so is my blood sugar after this Cadbury egg.
What an egg-ceptional day to be alive. (I’m sorry. I’ll stop with the egg- prefix ones soon. Probably.)
Why shouldn’t you tell an Easter egg a joke? It might crack up.
The thing about the Easter Bunny is he’s always got a hare-raising story. But nobody ever asks the real question: who’s supplying this rabbit with billions of eggs? That’s a supply chain issue. Someone call logistics. Anyway, the pun is “hare-raising” and I stand behind it completely.
This holiday has me feeling basket-case levels of happy.
What do you call a rabbit with fleas? Bugs Bunny.
Okay that’s not even Easter-specific, but it’s April and there’s a rabbit involved so I’m claiming it.
Chick magnet. That’s it. That’s the pun. Put it on a onesie with a baby chick graphic and sell it on Etsy for $24.
Why did the bunny go to the hospital? It needed a hop-eration.
I tried to organize a professional Easter egg hunt but it was hard to egg-secute. Yeah, that one’s a reach. I’m leaving it in because I’ve committed to this bit and quitting is for people who don’t run pun blogs.
Having a gourd time at Easter brunch.
Wait, that’s more of a fall pun. Ignore me. Actually no, I’m keeping it, some people put gourds out year-round and I support them.
Honestly, Lent itself is an underrated pun setup. Forty days of fasting? More like forty days of “I can’t, I gave it up”, which is also what I say about trying to write clean puns.
But the real pun: What did the apostle say after the resurrection? “Well, that was a cross to bear but things are looking up.”
Don’t worry, be hoppy.
Why does the Easter Bunny have a shiny nose? Because his powder puff is on the other end.
(This is an old one. Like, grandpa-level old. I found it in a joke book from what I’m pretty sure was 1987 and it deserves to see the light of day again.)
Okay real talk, does anyone actually like Peeps or do we just buy them for the aesthetic? I’ve never met a person who genuinely enjoys eating what is essentially a sugar-coated foam marshmallow shaped like a bird. Anyway.
That joke was over easy.
What does the Easter Bunny get for making a basket? Two points.
If you know about Pace eggs, the old English tradition of decorating eggs with onion skins and rolling them down hills, then you’ll appreciate this: I tried pace-ing myself at the egg roll this year but I just kept picking up speed. If you don’t know about pace eggs, now you do, and you’re a slightly more interesting person at parties.
I told my partner I wanted a quiet Easter. They said, “No egg-scuses, we’re going to my parents’ house.” Reader, we went.
The Easter Bunny is the only one who can pull off a full fur coat in spring without getting judged.
Spring has sprung and so has my appetite. That’s… not really wordplay. It’s just a statement about my relationship with ham. Moving on.
What do you call a sleeping egg? Egg-zhausted.
“Hey, wanna hear an Easter pun?”
“Not really.”
“Too bad, I’ve already dyed for this.”
The Paschal Mystery is already kind of a pun if you think about it, because “paschal” comes from Pesach (Passover), and Easter is all about passing over from death to life. So every time a priest says “Paschal lamb,” there are like three layers of linguistic history happening and NONE of you appreciate it. This is the hill I will dye on.
Hoppy Easter to all, and to all a good bite (of chocolate).
Why do we paint Easter eggs? Because it’s easier than wallpapering them.
Terrible. Ngl, I almost deleted that one. But it made my friend’s nine-year-old laugh so hard milk came out of her nose, and that’s gotta count for something.
I’m having an eggs-istential crisis about how many puns are left to write.
Resting brunch face. 🐣
What happened when the Easter Bunny met the love of his life? They lived hoppily ever after.
My Easter bonnet brings all the peeps to the yard.
You know how the date of Easter moves every year because it’s based on the first full moon after the vernal equinox? (Look up “computus” if you want to go down a rabbit hole, pun intended.) Anyway: I tried to calculate Easter’s date manually and it was a luna-tic experience.
I carrot believe it’s Easter already.
Why are Easter eggs so good at telling jokes? They always crack each other up.
Every bunny needs some bunny sometimes.
(That’s a text you send at 11 PM on Easter Saturday. Trust me.)
I brought deviled eggs to Easter dinner and my aunt said “Isn’t that a bit on the nose?” and I said “Ma’am, it’s the most theologically loaded appetizer at this table” and she hasn’t spoken to me since. Worth it.
Let’s hatch a plan.
What do you call the Easter Bunny the day after Easter? Eggs-hausted. (Yes, I used this root already at #33. No, I don’t have a system. This is a blog, not a dissertation.)
Holy egg hunt, Batman.
We’re still going. I can feel some of you losing faith, which is ironic given the holiday. Hang in there. The tomb was sealed for three days and you can handle a few more puns.
Omelette you finish, but Easter is the best holiday of the year.
What do you call a line of rabbits walking backwards? A receding hare-line.
NOW we’re cooking. That one’s elite and I won’t hear otherwise.
My kids found every egg except the one behind the couch. It’s July now. We found it. We don’t talk about it.
(Not a pun, just a PSA: count your eggs before and after the hunt. Learn from my mistakes.)
I yam what I yam, and what I yam is someone eating Easter candy for breakfast.
What did the Easter lily say to the tulip? “I’m kind of a big deal around here one week a year.” Tbh that’s more of a burn than a pun but Easter lilies don’t get enough content and I’m here to fix that.
No bunny compares to you.
I tried to come up with an Easter pun about the stone being rolled away, but everything I wrote felt like too much of a stretch. So I’ll just say: that story really rocks.
In parts of Eastern Europe there’s a tradition called Śmigus-Dyngus (Wet Monday) where people splash water on each other the day after Easter. Which means somewhere in Poland right now, someone is standing in a doorway with a bucket thinking “water you waiting for?” and honestly? That person is my hero.
What came first, the chicken or the egg?
Doesn’t matter. The chocolate came first. Hoppy Easter, everyone.
I’m gonna go eat a Reese’s egg now. If you need me, I’ll be in a sugar coma until approximately next Thursday. Shell-abrate responsibly.
Thanksgiving is the one holiday where being a glutton is basically patriotic, and I respect that deeply.
Valentine’s Day is the one holiday where you’re basically required to be corny, and honestly? I’ve been waiting all year for this.
October hit and my group chat is already 90% halloween pun warfare. I’m not complaining.
I’ve been helping couples come up with wedding hashtags since like 2019 and I’m gonna be honest, it’s broken something in my brain.
Get the week's freshest puns, wordplay, and gloriously terrible jokes delivered straight to your inbox — no setup required.
By signing up, I agree to the Terms of Use and have reviewed the Privacy Policy.