Scrambled Eggs Poem by John Myers
Scrambled Eggs
Why is it that I
How do I get rid of
Perhaps there is no
Maybe it has been a
I have thought about
And maybe it is time to
But can I really do
Perhaps I should just
But surely somebody would
Somebody
Surely somebody
Would cry
this is abstarct, it leaves the reader with this incomplete feeling, liked it! let's call it half cooked eggs. Preets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/1/2024 10:12:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this. Like finding an empty box and you have to imagine what it contained. Very brave John....B