Rotton Egg
Born
My mother named me for a Young Warrior
And raised me to be proud and strong
Ruined
My father branded me Sue
And threw me to the wolves
For 35 years I fought these crafty lupines
For myself and my family
Even seeking to save my father
Who sought my destruction
If I would not flatter him with utter obedience
Let me no longer take the revenge of a Christian
But instead invoke Lenin
Who said that you can't make the proverbial omelette
Without breaking eggs
What to do with a rotten one?
I guess one puts it in the compost
And pays closer attention to the hen
In future
Feed her better
Change her straw
And try not lose ones faith that eggs are good to eat
In general
Even if one had a nasty experience breaking open
Your first
E J Povey 2013