My Son Loved Eggs
My son loved eggs so much
Every day his beloved mother
Would give him a boiled egg,
Or else he would not talk at all –
More so he would go on hunger strike:
He loved the spherical object with verve
The people tagged my son:
‘The egg-man’.
Not only did he love eggs
He liked breaking fresh ones on the floor
When no one was around –
Breaking them was his hobby –
He could break an entire nest:
And that made him so happy
As he played on the broken eggs.
But his mother was a wise woman:
One day she left rotten eggs on the nest
And went away, leaving him behind.
My son went on an egg-breaking spree.
When I came back in the evening
He was so sick, so sick –
Nowadays he does not eat eggs:
My son does not break eggs anymore,
Now he hates eggs with all spirit
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