How Do You Want Your Egg?

The Sun blossomed in the East-
As an egg yolk of overpowering size...
Laid upon a plate of deepest blue-
And they call it: 'The Sunrise';

What a reoccuring and amazing miracle...
As the Earth and the Stars do their thing...
In the Early East-A well expected feast...
Dining with the best 'til the West-the blackness brings;

Brightest and perhaps nearly warmest...
'Over easy' at the noontime-
No need for a side of bacon or sausage...
For the picture of this day created this rhyme;

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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