Eggs After Alfred Joyce Kilmer Trees Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I think that I could never beg
for peg leg oblong as an egg,
though eggs on toast all must adore
except, when buttered, fall to floor.

Praise egg which did the hen precede,
or is it follow? there's a need
for eggs where salmonella's trace
is absent, waiting tongue's embrace.

An egg’s airtight protective shell
laid months ago one should not sell.
An egg! that Gulliver might reign!
which ultimately smashed in twain
may hatch cheep with no cheap complain
or on white tablecloth might stain.

So shell out, reader, for this prose
more praise deserves than any rose,
add gold applause to nest-egg feather,
attention spans reach end of tether!

Eggs fossilized, their traits appended,
show birds from dinosaurs descended.
Poets are fools who live to beg
for foot and mouth while God's good egg
herein appears from Trees descended,
now sun glow, background white, verse ended!