Best Omelets Poems

I turned the wrong direction. My arm brushed 
against something solid on the counter, which slid 
to the floor. I heard the cracking sound and knew 
the eggs were broken. You cannot repair broken 
eggs. You must either count them a total loss and 
pitch...

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Dog hair in my omelets.
Dog hair in my sleeve.
Dog hair in my carpets.
I can barely breathe.

Dog hair in my hamburger.
Dog hair floating in the air in every way.
We are eating globs of dog hair
Loving this big galoot more every single day....

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