Short Rotten Egg Poems

Living in fantasy
Easter bunny to none of thee
Rotten egg on the street corner
Hope she finds a client soon
Dropping her pen and letting us free

That’s the end of this poetry...

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Frog and elf at river’s edge
Did some square dancing on a ledge
Frog fell in and elf jumped on his back.
They rode around the pond without a snack.

I need some flies the frog finally begged.
The elf threw down and broke a rotten egg.
Flies swarmed the egg, and elf captured the flies.
Frog had a tasty treat, and was thrilled, no lies!...

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So Uranus smells of hydrogen sulphide 
In the atmosphere on the higher side
With the planet’s unfortunate name
It is the butt of most astronomy jokes to blame
With hydrogen sulphide so flatulent 
It enhances the jokes and is heaven sent
With the gas of the rotten egg smell
We can laugh on forever and chuckle so well.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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Life Is A Brothel


Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans

How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench;  how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for you the connections
to breath-gaps?




translated from Hebrew:
Alexa Christopher-Daniels...

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She ate the cake and had it too
                                    Hide your face Sarah peekaboo
                                       The cake had a rotten egg
                                       Fell on baker's trouser leg
                                  The baker made much of his shoe









Today's Limerick 21 November 2014/Limerick/ Copyright (c) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty...

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I treated you well, so it’s stumped me
A fat little white dude has dumped me!
For revenge I might bake
Your insides in a cake.
Better run for your life, Humpty Dumpty!

No sunny side up for you, Guy!
Forget about cake; you shall fry.
Your whites and your yolk
I will scramble. No joke!
Tonight, Rotten Egg, you shall die.


An oldie for Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (MAY 20)' Poetry Contest...

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I feel like feces in a toilet
unwanted and flushed away
like a rotten egg; scorned
cracked and then thrown away
maybe even like spoiled milk
one taste and i make you sick;
then i'm thrown away
i'm like a bugger in your nose
you just got to get rid of me
like pigeon poop
you wouldn't want me to touch you
it's funny
because to me, you're
like a million bucks
i'll want you all the days of my life
but to you;
i'm just a tissue
that you use
and then,
throw
away...

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