Every Day This Happens, It’s A Tonic! - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Boys, haven’t you ever held an emptied eggshell?
And thought every 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’s 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.
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