The Egg
One day was cooking an egg
It jumped out of pan and clung to my leg
Saying not a place to be in such heat
Time I was off, beating a hasty retreat
It slid right off my trousers to the floor
Well to be honest I don’t wish to be a bore
But I don’t want this egg to stay there
Becoming dangerous if I don’t take care
So take a cloth to clean up mess
Lots of water spread with success
Now all is clean, so start again
Maybe something easier like a bowl of grain.
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