In The Matters Of Eggshells

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In the matters of eggshells, I am

Just like my father,

I sometimes forget to be careful

And I bite into the shell

Get angry

But since I am the one who boils

Eggs,

Indeed...

 

In the conviction of apples and oranges,

The chances of correctly selecting one

Based on colour, taste, shape and form,

Are exactly the same as the fragrance

To one without arms, blind.

 

What came first the chicken or the egg?

Do ya think it mattered to Humpty Dumpty?

 

So if you smell rotten eggs, or you're

The kings' horses or men, trying to put the good egg

Back in the basket, remember this rhyme

Of once upon a time:

 

A tisket a tasket, a green and yellow basket,

I sent a letter to my love, and on the way I dropped it...

 

And if you have a cart full of apples and oranges,

Make sure you don't put the cart before the horse

Or you'll never take the fruit to the market.

 

By the way, did your Lover ever find the letter?

 

 

 

 

 

Ana

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ana