An ode to the egg:
You are about to find out that I am not a poet, but I thought I would see just how many people would even think of reading this. So here is my personal tribute to the wonderful egg.

Limerick.

Just a story I wrote in school, hoping maybe help some people with ideas for homework.

A silly song my brother made up. Isn’t it so clever?

A child’s poem about a mouse.

One more horrible poem about my sister, emma. (who we call pie)

A poem about feeling used, unwanted, and wanting to prove everyone wrong.

Depravity doesn’t seem so evil when you take love out of the equation but how can I link the two… why do others wish to separate love and sex. “Whipped and Creamed” is simply me without my heart living the pure ecstasy of the moment, the body doesn’t lie…

Plenty of HARM, this poem caused me nothing but trouble with the mommies, I was perverted, depraved, and immoral; I’m all these things and more I know. “The Harm of a Cookie” would I be better looking at pornstars or with a fleshlight, I wonder “HARM”

Poem/song.