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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540706" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of The Egg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One sunny morning in late june<br>I heard a strange and mournful tune<br>I looked around the empty room<br>And stood awhile feeling bemused<br>A strange hallucination came<br>Was it a dimming in the brain? <br>But louder still the cries were coming<br>Like a distant droning humming<br>And then I saw the egg box open<br>Inside a weeping egg was broken<br>'oh take me to the boiling pot, or fry me quick, or scramble me, <br>come quick and cook me, set me free! <br>The unbroken eggs were strangely silent<br>Being advocates of violence<br>Rounded on the broken egg<br>'Oh take him quick and smash his head! '<br> Unable to fulfil his wish<br> The portly consumer changed his dish<br> Leaving the eggs inside the box<br> He had some fish<br> And changed his socks<br> Then caught a number 7 bus<br> And contemplating all the fuss<br> Threw the egg box from the bus<br> Only the broken egg was taken<br> To fry up later with some bacon<br> Arriving home later in the day<br> He found the egg had slid away<br> Off the plate and down the drain<br> Never to be seen again<br> but every now and then a drone<br> Rattled the pipes inside his home<br> The plumber was called but nothing was done<br> ' It's a humming egg that's on the run, too slippery to clean away'<br> The bleedin humming lasted all day! There's nothing more that can be done, <br> 'You'll have to wait til the fat lady's sung'<br> He thought of hiring a singer, but every singer was getting thinner<br> Til he found a fat girl called doris walking her dog out in the forest<br> She agreed to sing and being FAT<br> He thought 'she put an end to that,.moaning droning from the drain'<br> But when she stopped it came again, <br> Much stronger, louder harsh and clearer<br> Until the man could barely hear her<br> He called the priest to exorcise it<br> He called the Doctor for some pills<br> The constant humming made him ill<br> Until one day he'd had enough<br> He made a bomb and blew it up! <br> Standing amidst the smoke and rubble<br> He felt relieved of all his troubles<br> Until he spied out of the smoke<br> A film of yellow runny yoke<br> Sliding snake like past his feet<br> In through the door marked 23<br> Where a couple watched T.V<br> Now in the distance the egg is humming<br> And on the walls a fearful drumming<br> 'Shut up! 'they cry 'Shut up your din'<br> Blinded to the egg within!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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I heard a strange and mournful tune
I looked around the empty room
And stood awhile feeling bemused
A strange hallucination came
Was it a dimming in the brain? 
But louder still the cries were coming
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