Egg Poem And Scrambled Thoughts

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