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
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2012
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