Why Do I Put My Eggs In the Wrong Basket

I have bad luck with eggs.
No sooner do I get them 
All packed in nicely;
Than someone comes along and smashes the lot. 


Sometimes I don't even require the assistance 
Of the phantom egg smasher,
I fall over
		and
			drop
				them 
					all
						on the concrete.


Strange,
Some eggs get spoilt easily.
They go rotten,
All repulsively pungent;
Green inside
			and		blow		up!




I borrowed 
An egg basket once. 
It looked just the same 
As my own basket,
And when I packed my eggs in 
Neatly:
	They 
	still
	got
	smashed.


Better to leave my eggs with the hen,
Or put them in the refrigerator.
'Cause eggs apparently ain't meant 
For carrying round and round
In any old basket.


Cecelia Hopkins, 1985

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