THREE MINUTES TO DONE

THREE MINUTES TO DONE Do I first bring water to boiling point To time the egg from that moment on Or from cold, to then be soft not hard That one might be tempted to discard But plonked in a cup, the magic’s gone And then with a woollen cap to anoint Not poached nor coddled, just boiled A simple egg, with soldiers for dipping And on the shell, one may draw a face Then beheaded, incurring no disgrace A clean knife cut, without any slipping But brutally smashed, it’s easily spoiled A delicate teaspoon must be provided To dig into the white but after the yolk A touch of salt and that’s quite enough Leaving it smooth inside, never rough It is a simple breakfast for simple folk Three minutes is perfect, once decided