The Curate's Egg Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Curate's Egg
The curate's egg
Was cracked by a blue-skinned man
With a short spear and no money
When he fried it,
A flash in the pan released a dozen butterflies
Singing in Mandarin
The shell was found to contain
One dinosaur turd
And a cameo brooch of Charles Dickens
Inscribed by Machiavelli to the NHS
The blue skinned man
Claimed the curate egged him on
Monday, October 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: eggs
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