The Perfect Egg
The egg; a standing ovation in a shell
A fluid protected in its thin infinity
The unborn child of a chicken
A fragile innocence in gooey liquid
Never to grow up and out of it
That does not travel well
When dropped from great heights
Say a tall building, an airplane in flight
Or from the top of the Grand Canyon
A yoke offers small protection from a fall
Yodeling won't help it either
It does not matter to the egg
Though it has no wings just yet
And it never will
The egg has no memory to forget
It has no fear of anything not oval
A perfect egg is boiled for three minutes
Cracked open gently with a silver spoon
Saddled with a side of toast and bacon hot
Some butter, with salt and pepper sprinkled
The egg makes a nice treat in yellow and white
A marvelous guest dressed up in Hollandaise
Easy to serve and easy to digest
Always on the menu of memory at breakfast
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