Despite the following bit of fun, I really am quite good at cooking eggs. To me it’s an art, everything has to be finished at the same time, toast done, table set, tea made and poured. I remember the first time we had goose eggs, the lady at the campsite shop told us 20 minutes for soft boiled, I said to my Ann, that’s not right I think 11 minutes from boiling, I was spot on !

I love that saying “ The Curates egg” meaning good in parts, it has a king of optimism about it.

This one was tough to write, nothing much rhymes with eggs, except legs, pegs and kegs. I love the thought, of the Wing Commander having to beg each little egg to jump out of his keg , and scramble to his plane on his little peg like legs. I’d really shell out to see that !

Bad Eggs.

On toast, with soldiers, chips or bac,on , If you’re wanting eggs then I’m the one. I always like to add a bit of shell, If you’re lucky a feather as well.

Eggs with soldiers that’s quite fun, but first I have to take away their gun.. Toast with eggs I have learnt, well you know, it’s much better burnt.

If you’re having chips, you don’t want the silicon type, just like brioche it’s all just hype. Maybe I could cook you egg of goose, from which mother you could choose.

Duck eggs are good it’s always said, or they may hit you on the head. Fabergé eggs now theirs a thing, but I prefer my diamonds on a ring.

Scrambling eggs is quite insane, I can’t get them to their plane. I once cooked eggs Benedict, but someone said it made them sick.

For being sick I think the reason, Benedick Arnold’s act of treason. I think he was a rotten egg, if not that, then the truth I beg.

Why did not many like my Greta poem posted on Tuesday ? She’s still my hero, and as a good friend rightly pointed out, Greta is an anagram of “ Great”

All words Meadowhead Bard.