That egg.
Has it got legs?
It's moving on the table.
Is it able
to jump?
I've got the hump now
because
it's taken a leap
of three feet..
An egg
.....no more.
Scrambled on the floor.
Just a yellow mess, no less.
I'm 'tea-less'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well hello old friend I have never met on this time line until this time, pleasure to met you, yes i am fine as the fine line between this time and last, Salutations and thank you for the positive vibrations for the for mentioned in the paragraph above, may the universe bless you with its most powerful weapon is Love