Michael Degenhardt Poet Quatrain

I Fried That Egg

I sat upon a stone cold wall
Where once an egg did sit
But, it had fallen loud and hard
Upon the ground, it split
I stared down to the falling place
Where Humpty’s life was fried
As all those men just couldn’t help
So Humpty Dumpty died
If he had known that I was there
Then another seat he’d take
But, I was there so way before
And determined Humpty’s fate

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Heidie Buys October 18, 2008 at 8:37 AM This is so cleverly written, are you sure you didn't push him by chance? Loved this one. Regards Heidie

Not Anymore October 17, 2008 at 7:13 AM Yes... I never liked Humpty

Michael Jordan October 17, 2008 at 5:14 AM Michael this poem is just priceless - But alas my dear friend this poem also makes you a villain - Poor Humpty big smile & god Bless

Nigel Fawcett October 17, 2008 at 4:49 AM That is sooo good. I laughed and laughed. Thanks for this excellent write. Nigel

Chitra Lakhera October 17, 2008 at 4:49 AM Very very funny Michael:) Made my evening! Love, Chitra

Michael Torres October 17, 2008 at 4:47 AM Michael this is funny and clever. Enjoyed reading. I shared your other poem of hope with Janice she absolutely loved it. She will be commenting. Blessings Michael