Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled Eggs

  The brains are all yellow and red, they remind me of

the scrambled eggs and tomato I used to have as a 

child, that Mum used to make me for breakfast, when I

was sick. She used to serve them hot on toast.

 She used to get me all comfortable in bed, she used 

to make the pillows just right, and feed them to me. 

Oh how I used to love being sick with Mum looking 

after me, and spoiling me!

  And now I'm really sick! Yes, I'm sick alright, but not

like I was when I was a child. I'm going to gobble up

the brains and then start on the bloody mess on the

bed of dismembered limbs!

  Yes I'm sick, Mum used to always tell me, " Don't

go out in the rain! Don't play football in the wet!

You'll get sick! " Yes Mum! Yes Mum! Three bags full

Mum! God's a fag Mum!

  Now I'm really sick, but Mum's never going to cook

me scrambled eggs and tomoto again is she! Cause

I'm a big boy now! And her cold brains are going to 

have to do!