A Poem by Ivor


I love a hens egg in the morning,
as long as it's well boiled right through.
If the white though remains very runny
it’s surprising what soft eggs can do.

They make me run straight to the closet
for soft eggs pass quickly through some.
If you thought that an egg could be runny,
you should see how they exit my bum.

But boiled with a lovely soft centre
with the white cooked as firm as can be
this allows me to dip in my soldiers
and makes a good breakfast with tea.

I practised the art of egg boiling
but no matter however I tried.
The whites always ended up runny
with the yokes cooked too solid inside.

Please tell me just how could this happen,
for the yolks in the centre get hot,
while the whites that surrounds them stays liquid
though they all share the same bloody pot.

I’ve now found the perfect solution
for my eggs for the rest of my life.
I’ve given up efforts at boiling
and found a good cook for a wife!

Ivor G Davies

© 2009 Ivor

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Lol nice, eggs are delicous XD

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Chester , Broughton, Flintshire, Wales. , United Kingdom

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