Ketchup Alchemy
A red hen, convinced that her eggs were sublime,
Sent for the greatest chefs and bided her time
"For Julia, Jacque, Paul and Martha will see
Their souflees standing high - as proud as can be
For jail ain't bad when eggs are served for breakfast."
And eggs ain't bad when they are served in a pie-crust
And while I await the world's sublimest coddlers
I'm feeding eggs to an army of toddlers
The hen's broker told her, "The sky will be falling!
Oh! Can you please hold, the SEC's calling!"
"What? No I can't look after your cat"
And the hen knew right then: that was that
From now on she'd lay only sapphire eggs
The chefs, then, (with sour grapes) called them "le dregs"
And served with bacon to Condy and Shrub.
But George wouldn't eat such newfangled grub
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Contributors: | VM, Larry Brennan, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Paddy Raghunathan, scientist, Ruth, Maggie Turner, Kansas Sam, Grayman, K. B. Benedict, Edgar, hf. |
Poem finished: | 10th July 2003. |