Eggs Poems - Poems about Eggs

The thing I hate most is getting SPAM I got an e-mail from SPAM I AM He had a new diet And said I should try it But it consisted mainly of HAM...Read the rest...

foods that make cavities are fudges, caramels and iced cake chocolate ice cream with peppermint candy cavities make. Fish, milk, cheese and healthy eggs are waiting in the wings. they make your teeth strong and hard among other...Read the rest...

In July, no air cooler will dissipate the heat. I squeeze the bag, it squishes, like paste within my hand. The chocolate eggs were perfect, the kind one loves to eat. April's chocolate ovals now are no longer...Read the rest...

Easter, and the mystery unfolds in the hearts of chocolate rabbits. Some still believe, in the capacity of eggs to resurrect joy, or they race within chicken runs, to celebrate a pre-diabetic date, while other's only offer up painted shells. The mystery will continue, just as...Read the rest...

Remember when grandma would boil the eggs? There were no fancy color kits to buy. She used crushed berries for the royals, purple and blue, tea or coffee for sunny shades of yellow and orange, and spinach for gracious...Read the rest...

I will write poems here and there; I will write poems everywhere. I will write poems on a boat; it will be much harder on a goat. If I sit upon some hay, I could write about the break of...Read the rest...

These are chicken eggs? My husband stared at me. “I thought so.” They look different. “I got them at the store.” With that endorsement, I cracked one. A tiny dancing dino whirled onto the table and stopped at the sugar bowl. “SUGAR!”...Read the rest...

Easter egg hunts are proof your child can find things when they really want to. —Unknown Peep, peep, peep, peeping, chirping, tweeting, peeping cheeping wildly, declaring they aren’t sleeping tiny cracks in shells, sure they’re alive and well, each...Read the rest...

Jodie Foster is frying peppers and eggs ~ it is late and her legs ache as she scrambles the yokes, sautés jalapenos. Today a jerk again compared her to the movie star ~a life she never wanted keeps...Read the rest...

Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber ...Read the rest...

I am handed a bottle of wine I am told it's French and then, well, that's it I offer my son another mint He'll one day discover mint sauce I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass I'm annoyed at...Read the rest...

I am broken, Weak and tarnished, The irony is, I let them do so, I let them get to me, Crack me open, Like a broken egg, I let them close, I let myself run low, Let them push all my buttons, And snapped at...Read the rest...

On my walk to stretch my legs Today I came across, On the path, a dozen eggs, So I am at a loss. The carton sat there and each shell, Though rather neatly cracked, Did pique my interest and compel This writer...Read the rest...

To walk To store To buy Two eggs To exit To car To drive To home To kitchen To cook Two eggs Too many To neighbor To give To them Two eggs...Read the rest...

When Flackmoth shops for cereal his mind siezes and goes ballistic. All that eye-bewildering packaging he finds ridiculous and distracting. Are cereal manufacturers sadistic? Why not offer only the best and healthiest and tastiest? And why do so many cereal labels contain so...Read the rest...