Meatloaf with hard boiled eggs in the middle
in the middle in the middle
Meatloaf with hard boiled eggs in the middle
in the middle in the middle
and ketchup on the table when it's done
when it's done
Dad made meatloaf but not like mom
hard boiled eggs in the middle stay mum
Slice it and yellow yolk with white egg ring
didn't look so right but let ketchup do it's thing
Mom's was better but nothing like dads
hard boiled eggs flavor mom's never had
Cooking new ways can make a mystery meal
as long as after eating your tummy okay feels.
Meatloaf with hard boiled eggs in the middle
in the middle in the middle
Meatloaf with hard boiled eggs in the middle
in the middle in the middle
and ketchup on the table when it's done
when it's done.
somebody order a pizza...
Why are the half-witted usually also hard-boiled?
Not only are they wrong, they will not listen to other’s ideas
They are maniacally determined to be wrong
Determined to do what they want, without facts or proof
Stubborn fools, not necessarily old, but certainly half-witted
hard boiled eggs for diner Pew!
what ya know , I laid a few
toot toot then a dump
what a pretty lump
hard boiled eggs for diner, you?
Direct me to the One selling magic beans-
my few remaining coins burn pocket holes
(and this is my last good pair of trousers)
nothing else worked, nor made a lick-o-sense
magic beans may sprout into something real,
maybe give me something to believe in
no enegy/ desire to slay dragons
pop-squatted my share of (un)golden eggs.
Need an upwardly mobile vacation
momentarilly take me to new heights,
at least envision my head in the clouds
searching for gold, (settling for silver)
He was her reason
She was his rhyme
Her quirks seasoned
What he kept in line
He came across square
She was defiant
But the two, as a pair
Achieved compliance
A hard boiled bond
Beneath a shell of steel
A promise beyond
The everyday feels
Coordinating paint
Branded their wrists
A quote, quite quant
Hers and his
Days came and went
Always together
Not a thought was spent
On bad weather
They were naive
Their parents were right
But you better believe
For love, they would fight
You crack the shell and start to peel;
It may slide off completely.
If not, too bad, but here's the deal:
The rest won't come off neatly.
But when it's clean, it needs a rinse
In case some shell is clinging
And next comes salt, which will evince
The flavor it is bringing.
Some slice it up and others bite
While weirdos pop it whole.
Whichever way, it will delight
Despite cholesterol.
So boil one if you're in the mood,
Though we should thank the hen
For bringing us this simple food
To eat now and again.
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