calligramma

The ballad of Fred, eat him happy on the sand -The Eggsgram

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Once upon a time
a woman was cookin'
with lots smiles and twirls
in a faraway land
listening a song 
of her favourite band

Her eyes by the window
were watching the sand 
the sea was so calm 
with a warm shining sun 
she thaught about love 
and she took with her hands

two sweet-small-browned dots
deep pink-nice-tasty eggs

By looking the shells 
and observing close to
strange thrills in her shoulders 'cause
with her dreaming eyes too
saw a face as in a mirror 
and the browned dots right through

A scream without voice 
you colud see on her face 
when suddenly she saw 
a dotted made little mouth
moving, real, slowly, down 
her thin index and thumb

'Hello baby I am Fred
a sweet wondering Egg
with this sun you sould have 
a nice meal on the sand 
But I ask you my dear, please
do not boil little Fred

Think about a french quiche
or an exquisite poached egg
you can use ham and cheese
or some sliced scented mushrooms
then put me on a plate 
and go fast to the beach

Sit down watching the sea 
take all air you can reach
Seagulls Flies on the beach
spend good time that can teach
have a glass of red wine 
sure you'll have the best time'