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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
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
My little egg cups
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
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!!
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
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