Breakfast

At the crack of dawn
the egg is woken
his yolk is fried
his shell is broken
Then out of the pan
and onto the plate,
he’ll be someone’s breakfast
by quarter past eight.

~ Andrew
Probably going to post more of these little silly poems from time to time as I’ve not written anything substantial for a while

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