Every Day This Happens, It's A Tonic! Poem by Mark Heathcote

Boys, haven't you ever held an emptied eggshell?
Thought-once a day this happens, it's-a-tonic
Whether it's bitter or sweet
But isn't it all just-a-bit-too histrionic?
I'll get right on it; I'll-make-the best of it.

Holding that eggshell secure and safe
You wiggle your index finger in it
Think about the one girl you'll vouchsafe
How delicate you'll be if she'll too only permit:
You to hold her egg-whites cup split.