Shell to plate
Half a dozen eggs
Well rounded
Tears streaming down their fragile shells
Tissues
Blowing runny noses
Wiping tears from their teary eyes
Those half a dozen eggs so sad
Gathered around a plate
To wish farewell to their splattered friend
He was beautifully fried
Crispy edges
Cooked white
Runny yolk
They knew he would taste deliciously
Every egg wondered what their own fate would be
Saying goodbye to their fried egg friend
Shell to plate
That was his delicious fate
Shell to plate
Toria
25/11/2021
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