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
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2019
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