Saturday, March 23, 2013
I've missed participating in Saturday Centus for two weeks and am mighty glad to be back for this fun picture prompt by my good friend Jenny. (For more poems inspired by this photo, just click on the link provided above. )
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Whenever I'm in search of feed,
a deviled egg is all I need.
This worries me, because I fear
it's angeled eggs I should revere.
Would it be blaphemy to say
that deviled yolks, far and away,
are more divine than angeled types?
Hey, truth is truth, but holy cripes!
Might I be smitten with a curse
if I reveal, chapter and verse,
that deviled eggs are my delight?
The notion fills my soul with fright.
(And yet, I'll risk another bite.)
Don't judge me. I won't sell my soul.
eggs-act exact some self-control.