Monday, April 25, 2011

CCXXII - Ova done


Magpie Tales had the above picture as a prompt.
I had a few ideas...

Ova done.

Oh, proteinaceous yellow goo,
The natural friend of wholemeal toast,
The white, of course, has merit too
But it is the runny yolk I like the most.


Wanting reasons, mankind is cursed,
To ponder how some things begin.
But neither the chicken nor egg came first,
It was the rooster, with the cocky grin.


Hope was in the young lad dawning;
Assuming acquiescence, he asked by and by –
“How do you like you eggs in the morning?”
“Unfertilised” was the curt reply.

© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery

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