Crunchy, Peppered Scrambled Eggs And Gnat! Poem by Randall Vanlandingham

Copyright 2007 by Randall VanLandingham

Salted, fluffy, scrambled eggs, from golden yellow yoke,
Decorate the camper's plate, from which aromas broke;
Poised to dive into the mass, this boy, straight up, he sat,
For, in the middle of mounded good, stared back a big black gnat.

Engineer, so young, had thought, he had to dig it out,
But as he poked, the gnat was smart, sank deep and climbed about.
Oh how quick the tables turned, more seasons, egg's new cloak;
Now crunchy, peppered, scrambled eggs and gnat, that ain't no yoke!