Treading on egg shells!

Treading on egg shells!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It was meant to be
the silly season
but no one was laughing anymore.
All smiles were straightened out,
erased by political correctness;
putting the terse in verse
the joke was stripped 
back to its yolk,
put back inside the egg
and returned to the chicken.
With her bags packed
she crossed the road
for the last time
leaving a world behind
that wasn't funny anymore.
This left rooster all alone
to his own devices
and so...
what do you get
when you put
two roosters together?
Well! You don't get any eggs
for starters!

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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This chicken won't come home to roost! Enjoyed the way you put the egg back in the chicken!
T

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Kentucky I thought you might like the chicken because of your name;)
where is our Lenny Bruce when we most need him? ... i couldn't agree more with your commentary my friend ... couldn't agree more
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Gene, its a sad world!
Why did the Chicken cross the Road ?
Because she had a Bag full of eggs ready to hatch...
and wanted to find a place where Politicians were
not needed or heeded. It will all sort itself out this coming Easter
when Baskets will have Jelly Beans but no Eggs in Congress.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thanks for your words Pat.
Actually, what you get is one hell of a cockfight.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Indeed John I didn't think of that!
no eggs, and a not so friendly rivalry...
c**k a doodle DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

lol Thanks J. Just a bit of fun!

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andrew mitchell

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