The EggA Poem by All 2 SillyAnother silly oneTHE EGG
Here, attention will be paid
toward the egg and how it's laid. An egg, and subsequential ones, are products from a chicken's buns. Upon completion of the work
the chicken tends to go berserk and lets a cackle, it is said, to very nearly wake the dead. To fully understand this act in human terms, it is a fact, with size and density and all, like trying to pass a bowling ball. Chances are (I'll bet my shirt) a thing like that has got to hurt! Sorry, I digress. Let's git to what's been sitting there in situ- THE EGG- of which we have been talking, object of such raccous squawking. Passing giant lumps is tricky. 'Specially if you're just a chicky. © 2011 All 2 Silly |
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