Hard Boiled Eggs. Poem by john o'connell
Hard Boiled Eggs.
Hard boiled eggs.
Fill the saucepan
up with water;
boil and boil
till everything is dry;
then run
the cold tap
so that
the inferno
cools down.
Peel
gently,
add
salt and pepper
and
devour.
A
gastronomical
delight
for
anyone
in
a garret.
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5/2/2024 9:47:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great last line, John. Made the poem....... oh and very true! GBBS