So only an egg head would write a poem about eggs you say. Well, I think it's all white ...That was just a yolk!
I think I'd better stop before my thoughts become scrambled.
Here's a bit of word play. Can you guess what I had for lunch today?
EGGCENTRIC
Egbert
was an all round good egg
Sitting
snugly in a supermarket carton
All
white
All
right
And
when the lid was down
-
Out of sight
But
then his life became eggstremely
EGGCITING...
He
became an all round egg
In
an all round hand
Bopped
against a frying pan
By
a giant of a man
His
head was dented
His
shell fragmented
He
oozed and wriggled
He
popped and cried
He
was flattened
Flipped,
-
And finally fried
He
was bruised
Abused
And
far from amused
He
was flat out in the pan, man
EGGSACTLY!
Alan j Wright
It's an "eggstremely" good story, can only imagine the final bite!
ReplyDeleteThat was over easy! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Alan! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what you'd get if you 'scrambled' the words a bit... ;) Fun poem, Alan.
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