henrietta is my hen.
With a large smidgen of salted butter
Until the two of them stare
With sunny eyes not runny...
Or I coddle them
Along with smoky salmon
To canoodle me my pleasure.
Sometimes I boil them hard
Being careful to cool them
Rapidly so as to avoid
The black rim that can surround
The yolk.
So very unattractive!
Sometimes I quite specifically
Omlette them-
Sometimes we are fritatta!
Just lately Henrietta
You appear to be laying funny.
Your eggs are cracking me up
As you let me polish your
Busy beak.
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-07-30 at 02:41
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Your Eggs Henrietta
I sometimes place them to chuckle in oilWith a large smidgen of salted butter
Until the two of them stare
With sunny eyes not runny...
Or I coddle them
Along with smoky salmon
To canoodle me my pleasure.
Sometimes I boil them hard
Being careful to cool them
Rapidly so as to avoid
The black rim that can surround
The yolk.
So very unattractive!
Sometimes I quite specifically
Omlette them-
Sometimes we are fritatta!
Just lately Henrietta
You appear to be laying funny.
Your eggs are cracking me up
As you let me polish your
Busy beak.
Poetry by limber junctionson
Read 738 times
Written on 2008-07-30 at 02:41
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