Eggs and Such

Having decided on eggs and toast for breakfast, I sat, chewing vigorously, mindlessly trying to come up with a decent topic for some poetry. Nothing came to me, so, using the excuse that a poem can be written about anything at all, I decided on Eggs and Such. I fear the breakfast was better than my poetry. daver 12 big eggs 11 white one brown a dirty dozen 3 large eggs two whole one cracked claw-like protrusion butch egg interrogated cracked spilled his guts hen house clamor shotgun blast wiley’s last heist two over-easy with bacon toast mamma for dinner easter chicken delivers jelly beans rabbit raisins