Smiling up to the sun or hiding in a corner
All scrambled up as I’m stuck on a border
These are the kinds of egg I could be
Dependant on how people would treat me
If you want to meet, come and break my shell
I’ll smile at you, so you know I’m well
Spending a lifetime in a five minutes cook
You’ll be able to see just how I look
But make me mad and I will burn
Or tear me to pieces as revenge on your turn
With this lost meal you won’t be lucky
Better remember I don’t like cocky
And if for some reason you regret
Please make sure you still get fed
Yet if you try to turn me back
I’ll just say: kid, choose another egg
Author notes
This truely was an interesting challenge. I tried to make it funny, so tell me what you think about it.
A contest entry
- The Chosen Ones by HerbalGoat.
300 points, ended May 27, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing!
wow! I almost believed you really where an egg!! You've used some great imagery here! It looks like you pushed your own life aside to see, feel, hear...like a real egg
I can only say that you left me breatheless once again
The rhyming sheme is great and the poem flows very well...
another masterpiece is born!
Ps: Miss you!
big kiss,
blood tourniquet
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A very interesting entry about the egg. Did you know that some people really like egg poetry? Seems kind of scrambled to me. lol I like the first two opening lines which draw the reader in to this poem. Good luck in the contest.
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