Boiled Egg Poem by Lamar Cole

Boiled Egg



Just as he would do with beef.
He would peel a boiled egg with his teeth.
Or just eat it eggshells and all.
With a side dish of hog maws.
Or just throw it in the air high as the ceiling.
And let the floor do the peeling.

Thursday, January 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: egg,people
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Gajanan Mishra 17 January 2019

Side dish of hog maws, good write

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