Her capricious nature
and uppity attitude
were an odd combination
in this mother’s nature.

In one of her distracted
moments, her young son
let a raw egg slither
down his throat.

Mother erupted
in a panicked state
and immediately
had her young son
open wide, as she
examined his throat
with a bronze spoon.

Quickly she bundled
him up, ran through
the rain and was off
to the Emergency Room.

The doctor laughed
boisterously at her
son’s calamity but
continued with an examination.

“No harm done,” said the doctor.

“How can that be,” asked the mother,
when there is a raw egg blooming
in my son’s belly?”

“I assure you, Ma’am, egg’s
don’t bloom and your son’s
no worse for the wear.”

“No worse for the wear?
Don’t you see how green
his face is?”

“Indeed,” the doctor noted,
“his face is green from
swallowing something unusual,
but he will survive just fine.”

“Don’t you need to pump
his stomach?” she winked.

“That blooming egg
has probably gone through
his system already,” assured
the doctor.

“So you admit, egg’s
DO bloom?”

“Egg’s don’t bloom.
That was just an expression
of speech.”

So mother drove her
blooming son back
home. They clucked
like chickens all the way there.

03/31/2007

Author's Note: Written for the 30 Something's Challenge using the words: capricious, egg, bloom, boisterous, rain, slither, bronze, erupt, examine.

Posted on 03/31/2007
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