The Easter Egg From Hell
Easter fun
When I was a kid
Family dying eggs,
Then my father hid
Each egg penciled
With a value...
5 cents,
A dime,
A quarter,
A dollar....
They were hard to find...
And if good money,
We'd holler!
But one year
Things went awry
One egg could not be found,
And we did wonder why...
As a matter 'a fact,
We didn't even know...
It was missing....
Till the smell started to grow...
Three years later
We found that devilish egg,
Surely a pawn of the devil
What else could it be?
Could smell the son of a gun,
But could not see....
He'd placed it in the top track,
Of the livingroom sliding door
Well out of sight,
But an odor you could not ignore
So follow your nose,
If a fool you be....
Just don't dare...
Come crying to me...
I hate damn eggs anyway
Unless scrambled....
They're okay.....
So try something different
More imaginative for makin'
And try and hide,
A pound of bacon!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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