Fortune, Fame and Broken Eggs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Spirit Space

What is sought and the consequences that follow...in a funny way.

Kept in a single basket,

 I was counting on it.

Met a chicken me,

decided to cross a road.

What was found,

was deep and round.

Filled with jokes,

and scrambling.

Yokes of intention.

Had to break a few,

to get the omlete.

And the indigestion,

coming from its  truth.


Submitted: April 23, 2021

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tom mcmullen

Very funny LE, my hospital omlete has feathers and will and will soon escape!

Sat, April 24th, 2021 4:35am

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I hate under cooked eggs, they do have a life of their own. Thanks for your comment tom!

Tue, April 27th, 2021 3:05pm

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