Exaggerated Egg-Atic Eggy Tale
I popped out of a pink egg carton on a fine Monday morn.
Entered an eggbeater contest, ended tattered and torn.
Drank egg cream, did the most marvelous egg dance.
Started to England and ended up in a chateau in France.
Had a swig of fancy eggnog, Italy is where I landed.
Turned into an exaggerated egg-atic, sneaky, devious, and underhanded.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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