Good Egg! Chickens Come Home To Roost... Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

If crowned chicken acts as egg,
if egg as chicken should react,
why, hen is zen, and [s]tale is leg,
as s[t]age [c]old question winks at fact.

Right out of senseless Nothing life provokes
a conscious Something to offset all yoke,
though yolk and white combine where omelette
of chicken-egg debate is often spoke.

So much depends upon unversed expectations
seeking comments, egged on by anticipations
from some lily-livered chicken-hearted critic
before parasitic script vents spleen nephritic.

Most die bewildered, having pushed lie luck,
perceive dice loaded, - chicken lacking pluck.
When life is balanced, weighed behind blind mind,
game years were wasted, eggnog came unstuck.

Is man from monkey or from mouse
descended, woman from the bear?
An answer lies within his house
of cards: beware, lord louse lies there.

Good Egg! Chickens come home to roost...
wor[l) ds in [b) rackets convey several meanings
s[t]age [c]old stage age sage cold old
[s]tale stal ale sale tale