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