Where Is Your Egg Cozy
“Where is your egg cozy?” She asked me.
Recliner? Couch? Bed? Pillow? Fluffy blanket?
I did not really know.
“Maybe in the egg carton in the refrigerator?” I guessed.
I knew below an egg beater
or
dropped onto a floor
were certainly wrong answers.
She laughed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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