Eggs
Like an omelette I am cheesy and I tell some hammy jokes
When I flip it to the punchline I don't always land the yolks
I scramble at the thought of keeping it farm fresh
Cracking under pressure like a shell in place of flesh
Whenever I look way up, I can see the sunny side
That can be exhausting and I really feel fried
Sometimes it comes overeasy, not to say they've never spoiled
Still breaking if you drop em' even if they are hard boiled
Maybe I can make you queasy if I'm being really raw
So I will never claim to be totally free range of flaw
Hope this hasn't been too runny, and a laugh or two I've poached
If so I'll take, shake it, bake it for the time I have encroached
Next time you're feeling beaten, just whisk it up aways
Turn up the heat, add some spice before starting the hollandaise
Not to nag or rag or beg, but crack a yolk and shake a leg
To be a fun egg or a pun egg or just a damn great egg
June 11, 2023
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2023
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