Jan 2016
I do love my little egg cup,
His brother much the same,
He holds my egg so perfectly;
Boiled eggs are not a game.
They bounce about for 4 minutes
Before they take their test,
They need a place to hold them straight;
My egg cups are the best.
When the soldiers are awaiting,
Those buttered friends of mine,
I need my little egg cups
To keep them all in line.
They come with little cosy hats
To hide their eggy heads,
I take it off and just like that;
Prepare for eggy bread!
© Karen L Hamilton, 2013
His brother much the same,
He holds my egg so perfectly;
Boiled eggs are not a game.
They bounce about for 4 minutes
Before they take their test,
They need a place to hold them straight;
My egg cups are the best.
When the soldiers are awaiting,
Those buttered friends of mine,
I need my little egg cups
To keep them all in line.
They come with little cosy hats
To hide their eggy heads,
I take it off and just like that;
Prepare for eggy bread!
© Karen L Hamilton, 2013
I love boiled eggs all year round but especially on Christmas morning following family tradition, so here's a playful poem showing my love for my little Egg cups!!
(England)
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