Childhood & Commercials

childhood memories

I remember being a child

Eating cereal and watching TV

Morning cartoons filled my eyes

When a commercial interrupts

A woman is smashing eggs

With a frying pan

Her fervor growing more and more

With each swing

Translucent yellow slime

Hanging off the pan

Oozing down the walls

I can't help but feel sorry

The hens

Nestled in their coop

Listening intently

To the TV in the farmers house

They cluck to laugh tracks

Of evening sitcoms

And smile when reassured

That Dawn dish soap will clean

Their feathers

Of any unforeseen oil disaster

But then that crazed woman

Weapon of choice

Raised high over her head

In triumphant glee

Snuffs out the hens happiness

She swings madly

BANG!

Eggshells split and shatter

The hens flinch

SMASH!

Yolks splatter

The hens exchange looks

Of wide-eyed terror

Feathered mothers scatter

Frantically searching for a place to hide

Their unborn children

One hen buries hers

Under as much feces as possible

Another hides hers in the rafters

One even put an egg underneath the rooster

He was surprised at first

But shrugged and tended

To his newfound duty

Another spoonful of cereal

Reaches my mouth

My cartoon returns

From commercial break

I really hope those eggs

Make it

Author's Note

Once again, an old piece. Been thumbing through old works lately.

All reviews and criticisms welcome. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Solar]

Loved the way the memory of the swatted eggs made a delicious omelette of a poem.

[James O'Rourke]

Thank you for reading Solar! By the way, "omelette"? ZING!

[Beccy]

Glad you found this and posted it. Children are the ultimate pragmatists; they never seek to put the world to rights; cereal and cartoons being the order of the day.

Let us hope those 'eggs' make it, if they don't, we may well run out of road before the next big bang. :)


Beccy.