Wondermentalist

The audience chose Eggs. It wasn’t an easy choice but they made it. Beryl the Feral, aka Roz, put it together over the interval. Once again it was a thing of beauty, both to listen to and behold. At the time I thought it surpassed the previous month’s Pants poem – having typed it up though, to be brutally honest, I’m not sure…

 

And God said, Let there be eggs, sunny-side up.

Eggs from birds in touch with their inner Zen Hen

Hunpty Dumpty was an EGG!

Runny, just-right pacifier of soldiers

Are you game? Chicken?

Topless and runny you brighten my morning

Always rolling around on your wonderlust bike

What are you like? Egg! Take it and beat it, scramble and shred, crack it over my head

Hard-boiled hero, or soft touch

A jelly-fish with a golden heart

Egghead

Just a shell of my future self

Ova and ova and ova again

You’re a round all year round

Skyblue perfected in a feather bed

Pre or post chicken mystery

A snotty kinda consistency that wants to make you see; if you can eat it underdone you’re a better man than me.

Ovulating eggs, bursting forth

Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, sunny-side-up nog

Lying shell-shocked and broken on the floor

Vegans say it’s like eating menstruation

Eggs over easy, greasy, fried, you died to be resurrected as a quiche or bread and butter pie

It’s one chick less when the chips are down

Egg nog – legless

Egg, beg, borrow, feel – being a hen is no big deal

Egg, keg, melonbud, Blond emu, noble mud!

Eggs will rise, eggs will go, what came 1^st, we will never know!?

Eggs eggs are good for you, the more you eat, the better you feel!!!

Vast granite egg, I want to wrap my arms around you

Mysterious, potential wild omelette?  Parbra? Child?

The egg. The big golden flashing glittering sparkly Cosmic egg in the Sky!

You can’t make a meringue without breaking lots of eggs

Egg – gooey, gloppy, golden garden of fertility

Most of us think eggs are round – like men whose heads are bald

But eggs are oblate spheroids so I’m told, so I’m told

 

Was your egg-line in there? Was your brilliant line wrongfully, woefully, absurdly left out to make way for another line, one inevitably less insightful and witty?

Tags: chicken, eggs, Humpty Dumpty, ova, poem, vegan

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