That one scrambled egg
that impressed you so
to begin this mess
has long since grown
into a scrambled bird
and flown. You should
have been paying attention. Sown
your eyes shut and reaped
tears of surprise and
joyfully leaped
from your demise
to announce your triumphant
well, begun. Your shovel
is broke. Start
digging,
son
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