The Egg Show
A couple of scantily
clad yolks wobbled alarmingly
along a high wire no
bigger than a thread,
then dove from the top
of a tall ladder
into a tin cup hardly
bigger than a thimble,
the Ringmaster egging
them on all the while.
A huge mass of albumin,
shaped into the
semblance of
Washington Crossing the
Delaware,
stood on one leg while
leathery
oblong snake eggs did
wriggling flips off its back
and through a hoop of
fire,
the heat changing the
gender of their contents
with every pass.
The hucksters were
selling pickled quail eggs,
good for 1000 years,
gaily painted blown
eggs with cunning dioramas
depicting famous
Easter-egg hunts of history,
and giant eggshell
boats (probably ostrich)
full of jelly eggs and
chocolate.
And of course Humpty
Dumpty,
no fool he, didn't mess
around with
any brick walls, but
jumped over a smoking
frying
pan of hot bacon
grease.
The end
Prev. published
The Egg Show (chapbook,
2005)
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