Ovadu
[with sincere apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge]
At End of Month did Cooksister
An egg on toast event decree:
Where yolk the sacred liquid ran
Through breadrolls fashioned in a pan
To feed both you and me.
So twice eggs made a cracking sound
And soon they were no longer round.
And there were tomatoes red, fresh off the stalk,
And eggs as creamy as any you’d ever seen;
And here were sausages, lovely disks of pork,
Enfolding scarlet blobs of lycopene.
*****
Those scrambled eggs ! That crispy toast !
And all who looked would see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
Her chomping teeth, her dreamy stare !
It is the food she loves the most,
So close your mouth – there’s nothing left!
For she on crispy toast hath fed,
And slurped the yolks of Paradise.
No, I haven’t gone mad, the theme of this month’s event is to parody your favourite poem/poet, while talking about eggs on toast. Round-up to follow towards the end of the week so hurry! There’s still time to enter!
I can’t stop laughing! That is great, Jeanne! (NOW I know why you wanted this instead of partytricks as this month’s theme!)
-Elizabeth
Wonderful! Great job on the STC poem. Cute title, too.
hope I’m in time – made this this morning and threw the parody together – original is *&%&$^% brilliant
Hi Elizabeth
Must confess – I’ve wanted to do a parody edition for a while… But my generous offer to host next month still stands 😉 Glad you had a good giggle though!
Hi Cyndi
Glad you liked it – loved yours too! Roundup imminent (yeah, yeah, I know – you’ve heard it all before!!)
Hi Owen
Great to see you joined us! Loved your poem – LOL… And no worries about being late – don’t think it’s possible to be late for EoMEoTE 😛