Poetry
poem by:
Elizabeth J White
Written
on Apr 14, 2015
Poem, spoken in slang.
Poor Mr. Egg
Poor Mr. Egg , what was he think'n?
To go up that high, well he must've been drink'n.
See Poor Mr. Egg was a shell of a man.
Why he climbed that great wall I'll never understand!
He climbed to the top , wen way out on a ledge.
He said, Hey!, "Look At Me!", as he leaned over the edge.
Yes he sat on top of that great wall and waved all the passers by.
They waved back at him and I'm sure they wondered why.
After all, who in the world was he try'n to impress, was it his wife, or just
another egg in a dress.
Regardless of all of the reasons why.
I tell ya, for a egg, he was just to blame high!
For the strong, winds, they came and he rocked forward then back.
That is when I saw him fall and heard him crack.
Oh!, I ran to the scene with my pan and my short little legs, because
noth'ns better, my friends than ham, with eggs.
Tags: happy, sad, imagery,
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mr. chap commented:
This poem I find to be really sweet. Pretty funny too. Good job. Keep up the good work.
Elizabeth J White
commented:
Thank you for the Comment
Elizabeth J White
commented:
ty, I did it to put a silent message within it, don't know if it can be figured out, basically it is about bad judgements and decisions that can cost
Christopher Russon
commented:
Yes I agree humorous poem with a serious message.clever wording.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Dec 08, 2017 at 9:53pm
Poor old Humpty Dumpty........funny poem, like it......
