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Have a Hard Boiled Egg (November 30's circle challenge)

by James Zealy

A trip of a life time
Laced with the prudent
Desires to take food along
To the tune of hard boiled eggs
Three dozen of those blessed things
Gagged down as we tried to appease
My mothers desire to scrimp
and penny pinch while
We tooted in gasesous harmony
Until the those white globs
Of hard boiled bile
Began to attain an odor all their own
At last the remains
Were discarded down
A mountainous gorge
Amid a last long
Nocturnal emssion
That greeted The remnants demise
Gone but not forgotten
As we did the tourist routine
In the California haven
Known as the farm of Knotts
And visit this place did we
Until this innocent aged 12
Came upon a jailed miner
Who said
"Hey Kee Zealy from Goldsboro, NC"
"Have a hard boiled egg"
Needless to say I the clueless boob
Had no idea the stuffed dummy
Who bespoke these words
Was invoked by a spurilous sibling
That made me the instant butt
Of a 30 year laugh at my expense
As I asked strangers in waiting
If yon miner dummy called them personally
Strangeness of looks followed
Not until my darling sister revealed
Did I relize the joke was on me


Author's Note: This event happened when I was 12. We drove to California from NC. My mothers idea of saving money was to bring along hard boiled eggs. They were discarded at last in some mountains in Tennessee. I hated those things. The ultimate conclusion occured at Knott's Berry farm as my sister, god bless her soul, played a gag of a life time.

Posted on 11/02/2004
Copyright © 2021 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/03/04 at 06:13 PM

It's not so much a VISUAL I get here, but an olfactory sensation which I would prefer NOT to have...hehehe. Well described!

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