Woke up this morning

(and the sun didn't shine)

by T.P. Wilkinson / January 10th, 2021

“Trading Eggs” by Gary Larson

All aboard, the sky’s falling
Battery hens chicks are calling
Eggs in piles amounting
Fried or boiled, who’s counting?
Take those ducks, shoot that swan
From each goose cooked, liver pried
Crushing many, one to make
Sheep eat goats and votes by crates.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, January 10th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.