Tortillas and enchiladas
taco chips and frittatas
Corn-on-the-cob, burritos ~
leave the turkey to the mosquitos
Just one egg left so what should I do
how should I devour you
Eat it raw with Tabasco sauce
chopped in a salad freshly toss
Fry it but how over-easy is fun
sunny side up but don't want it to run
Eggs Benedict with creamy Hollandaise sauce
simple fried egg sandwich would be boss
Egg salad creamy and good
poach it just right like you should
Deviled eggs are a heavenly treat
never can an omelet be beat
Hard or soft boiled just right
scramble with butter fills the appetite
An airy souffle' melts on the tongue
a golden custard pleases everyone
Make a quiche with bacon spinach and cheese
frittatas have everyone shouting, please
Separate the white from the yolk
come on now this ain't no joke
One little egg the possibilities galore
better go to the store and get a dozen more
He had come in all banged up.
I normally lust after the tall ones, and he is relatively short --
Having just returned from a weekend of Mixed Martial Arts,
His left eye was swollen.
He had a bruise across his right cheek bone. But he was smiling.
He was smiling, and happy, and kind, and gentle,
brought in freshly made frittatas:
“You know he’d do it.
“But Katie’s a nice woman. She really is a great woman.
I love her. I absolutely love her.”
I want him to slam me against the bathroom wall,
tear off my clothes,
restrain my arms and have his way with me.
It would be so easy.
So easy for such a quick, cheap thrill.
It is winter, after all
(Too cold for roller coasters).
I roll it around, taste it on my tongue.
“Oh,that Katie, you would love her. I miss her. She’s just the happiest, cutest little thing”
I’m too old for that. I’m thirty now. I have morals now. I have morals.
I tell her so,
Tell her! --
Tell her I have morals! --
I finger his card in my Rolodex,
Make note of the ten-digit number.
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