In the Matters of Eggshells
by Anna Ruiz
In the matters of eggshells, I am
just like my father,
I sometimes forget to be careful
and I bite into the shell
but since I am the one who boils eggs,
In the conviction of apples and oranges,
the chances of correctly selecting one
based on colour, taste, shape and form,
are exactly the same as the fragrance
to one without arms, blind,
What came first the chicken or the egg?
Do ya think it mattered to Humpty Dumpty?
So if you smell rotten eggs, or you’re
the king’s horses or men, trying to put the good egg
back in the basket, remember this rhyme
of once upon a time:
A tisket a tasket, a green and yellow basket,
I sent a letter to my love, and on the way I dropped it...
And if you have a cart full of apples and oranges,
make sure you don’t put the cart before the horse
or you’ll never take the fruit to the market.
By the way, did your Lover ever find the letter?