© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
Boil me an egg
Don’t make me beg
I need it now
To me its chow
I'm as hungry as can be
Why can’t you see?
If you feed me soon
I won’t look like a prune
If you were my friend
You’d help me mend
You’d feed me soon
Before I swoon
It’s time to eat
Don’t serve me a beet
Bring that food near
And I will cheer
The sign is clear
This poem’s end is near
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