Tune of: "Wheels On The Bus"
I am Humpty Dumpty, longtime pal
longtime pal longtime pal
I am Humpty Dumpty, longtime pal
longtime ago
I am Eggy Edgy cracking up
cracking up cracking up
I am Eggy Edgy cracking up
all cracked up
I saw Humpty Dumpty, falling down
falling down falling down
I saw Humpty Dumpty, falling down
fall off a wall
Now that Humpty Dumpty looks like me
look like me look like me
Now that Humpty Dumpty looks like me
all cracked up
Now he's Halfy Deafy he can't hear good
he can't hear good he can't hear good
Now he's Halfy Deafy he can't hear good
till he's healed of wounds
Healed up Humpty Dumpty, looking good
looking good looking good
Healed up Humpty Dumpty, looking good
CHEERS the neighborhood
I am Eggy Edgy all alone
all alone all alone
I am Eggy Edgy all alone
off to Dumpty's home.
Dad went to work on an egg each day
Til one day the egg cracked on the way
Pants covered in yolk
It was not a joke
That his colleagues egged him on, all day.
Dad had an egg every single day
He wouldn't have it any other way
Til he got egg bound
And suddenly found
That he was clucking the day away.
Daddy was fond of his eggy bready
Every morning mommy got it ready
One day she was late
Much to her distaste
He ran off with merry leggy Peggy.
Daddy asked a barmaid for an eggnog
She thought that he was asking for a snog
She took him outside
And to her surprise
He said I was asking where was the bog.
Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles
lie the pockmarked dunes,
sea-wind swept heaps,
burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers.
Here they huddle, the working class,
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers
as a chill summer drizzles on.
I am a brine-spattered small fry,
a boyhood caught in a swirl
and flounder, bare feet
skimming the slimy kelp, stalking
an ankle tugging surf.
Mother, her demeanor
soggy and sagging at last,
pleads to be led back
to the creaking camper.
Father smokes a plug of leathery shag,
grunts upright, walks toward the sea,
looks to see God knows what,
then turns to drag me away,
from our holiday day.
there was a sweet little man
with a penchant for fashion
who wears his jackets tan
he closes his eyes when he smiles
and looks awfully dashing
eyes of green and gloves of white
he struts about without a worry
soaking in windowbeams til twilight
but if you wake him without caution
he will dash away in haphazard scurry
oh what a lovely little lad
he will greet you with a darling chirp
if you are feeling terribly sad
he has a horizonless kindness
that can heal oceans of hurt
he needs to little to live life sublime
kneading biscuits to start the day
our little Eggy is just a simple guy
whose purrs on your belly will offer
a warmth better than any cabernet
Fluffy and eggy and spongy and light
Try matzo ball soup, it's love at first bite
Be you Hebrew or goy
It's a nosh you'll enjoy
It's simply to die for, this bowl of delight!
Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.
Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.
By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling freshet,
he whales barefoot in the flounder,
skimming the slimy kelp, stalking
a slippage of tugging surf.
Her demeanor soggy at last, mother
goads to be led to the creaking camper.
Father smokes a plug of leathery shag,
grunts upright, walks toward the sea.
A toppled thermos and leftovers
scooped up and lugged away.
Windswept, the lingerers
trudge from the chilly churn,
while a soused and hectoring bay
records a working-class holiday.
Egbert is a strange young lad, he’s neither egg nor bee.
He’s also neither bee nor egg so, what could Egbert be?
He’s bee-ish in an eggy way, and he’s eggish like a bee,
When you ask him what he is, he says, “I’m Egbert. I’m just me!”
Dog came sniffing around
I already have five!
I cannot take you I told him as I fed him breakfast.
He stuck up his nose at dog food,
so I made him an omelet.
He picked out the ham and ate it.
Finally eating the eggy part, but gingerly.
He seemed disappointed.
I decided to keep him,
so I could figure out what else he needs.
We already have persnickety dogs here,
my muse told me in a nasty voice.
I ignored her as long as I could
which wasn’t that long…..
But now I am keeping him no matter what
even if he bites me in the leg or caboodles
on my good shoes.
No one tells me who to keep.
The sperm and ovaries reign supreme,
In that "What came first" eggy scene.
Without a cockerel and a hen,
Eggs would not be known to men.
It is true, it may be false
We still have the debate, of course.
What came first, the ovary,
Or the sperm, don't ask me.
Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.
Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.
By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A boyhood caught in a swirling freshet,
he whales barefoot in the flounder,
skimming the slimy kelp, stalking
a slippage of tugging surf.
Her demeanor soggy at last, mother
goads to be led to the creaking camper.
Father smokes a plug of leathery shag,
grunts upright, walks toward the sea.
A toppled thermos and leftovers
scooped up and lugged away.
Windswept, the lingerers
trudge from the chilly churn,
while a soused and hectoring bay
records a working-class holiday.
I popped out of a pink egg carton on a fine Monday morn.
Entered an eggbeater contest, ended tattered and torn.
Drank egg cream, did the most marvelous egg dance.
Started to England and ended up in a chateau in France.
Had a swig of fancy eggnog, Italy is where I landed.
Turned into an exaggerated egg-atic, sneaky, devious, and underhanded.
Mangy-Monkey;
Gum thief.
Raggle-taggle,
Tail-waggle;
Bone-breath.
Gaggling geese,
Webbed feet;
Penny-anney,
Corn-candy.
Snakes-alive,
About five;
Or six,
Playing tricks.
Babbling brook,
Nearby nooks
And crannies;
Harboring teeth.
Fighting bribing,
Monkey-see,
Monkey-do.
Fickle-furred,
Out-turned
Waddle-feet,
Bearing bird.
Roaring-money,
Never tamed;
Hungry for
Avian-brain.
Itchy-scratchy,
Eggy-hatchey;
Teeny-tiny,
Shells cracking.
Tourists gawking,
Feathered-squawking;
Metallic-clanging,
Cage doors.
All this,
Attended quick;
When hungry
Bellies roar.
Bird wing song
Morning offering;
Sun shine smile
Bamboo glimpses
Two butterflies;
Love fluttering
Magic motion
Sunny side up;
Eggy breakfast
Mall shop space
Hefty real estate;
Make or break venture
Failure is mother
Success a child;
Delinquent of a sort
ATM cash dispenser
Collect and go;
Remember to store
There he goes now
Wealthy in cash;
Poor otherwise
Experiential
Strictly casual;
Succinct lines trace
Newspaper ad:
Help wanted;
File your application
Image and text
Play hide-and-seek;
Coffee table escapades
Glossy magazine
Perfect people;
Self-Help works how?
Leon Enriquez
05 July 2014
Singapore
Now don’t be rude
Yes I like my food, ok it shows a little
Mmm blue cheese and crackers, got to have a pickle
Spaghetti Bolognese, muesli with blueberries
Chocolate of course and ice cream with cherries
Give me a steak of medium rare
A fresh rocket salad
better than a love ballad or a prickly pear
Seafood fresh from the ocean
Carrot cake like mother used to make
Tradition set in motion
Sunday roast, burnt toast
Well just a little overdone
Crème brulee , savoury soufflé second to none
Eggy bread, wine gone to my head
Cup of Earl Grey set on a tray for afternoon tea
Cucumber sandwiches just right for me!
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