Thursday, January 24, 2008

Egg

Since I have nothing else to write about, and I'm trying to post every day if I can, I will now share a poem I wrote in college, six million years ago. 'Tis a masterpiece in its almost childish simplicity. I especially like the way it gets caught in my head in a most annoying way so that I repeat it to myself several times before I realize what I'm doing. Note the intentional use of "a egg" instead of "an egg," which creates a glottal stop that I find very pleasant, for some reason.

Egg

I like to carry a egg around
In my pocket I like it
Round in my hand
A hardboiled egg
Still warm from the pot
And the water hot
Egg

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