I am the egg man…..

A poem to help remember the good times at breakfast…..

There once was a man named Rex
who loved to eat all kinds of eggs,
A normal human eats one or two,
but Rex insists on more than a few.

Anyone for Eggs










Where there’s an egg there’s a meal,
so Rex will be close at their heels.
His preference is fried all gooey inside,
but any other style is also worth his while.

The only problem with this addiction to eggs,
is the aramatic smells produced in his keggs.
“They go right through me” you’ll hear him say,
but an egg a day keeps the doctors away.

He is the egg man,
Rex is the egg man,
I am the chicken,
Goo goca choo, googley choo

by Andy and Rach


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tonton
    Jan 03, 2011 @ 17:02:28

    What a stock of potential stink-bombs!If ever your Dad munches his way thru that lot Rach,an enormous bang will be heard world-wide & you may write his epitaph; “Big fart,no Rex”.(phew…swoon…gas-masks QUICK!) ps when do your paths diverge?Is Phineas Fogg already in Cambodia?Keep the poems & travelogue coming;a pure delight! Makes me jealous of your tatty mascot,Yogi
    the Pleasantfest bear. & the year has just begun,you lucky beggars.Ciao,Tonton


  2. tonton
    Jan 04, 2011 @ 16:40:19

    What a deadly arse nal!(oops)


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