Sunday, April 8, 2007

The Great Egg Hunt

We hurry to find the best of the eggs,
before our opportunity passes us by.
We wallow in the filth, face in the mud.
We scratch our way past each other,
for our chance at the reward.
When all is said, when all is done,
the final tallies are spoken.
As always, all of my eggs are broken.


Jack Snider said...

... and then I split his skull with my bokken.
No. Just kidding leave it as it is. It's a good one.

Poet said...

Good use of the word bokken. Haven't heard that one in years!