Holy Yolks

A chicken farmer belittled native folks.
He said their beliefs were akin to jokes.
The natives put a curse on him
He laughed and called it a whim.
Until his chickens had eggs minus yolks.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Laurie Avatar
June 27, 2015 at 12:17 AM
G'day Paul... this might have upset the chicken farmer Paul, but he'll get over it when the chefs who make meringues get word of it he'll make a fortune; they discard the yolks... however, I wouldn't be happy buying his cackleberries - thanks Paul - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
June 28, 2015 at 11:41 PM
Lindsay, I hadn't thought of that--a thriving market for yolkless eggs! But, dang it, you're always several sentences ahead of me. Thanks, as always, for stopping by with an insightful comment.
Merryman Avatar
June 26, 2015 at 9:50 PM
Cute one, Paul! Love, Kim
Schneiter Avatar
June 26, 2015 at 9:59 PM
Thank you, Kim. Your encouraging words never fail to lift my spirits. Hugs and love.
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