“THE PROMISED LAND!” a poem a.k.a.: “On Peeling Your Egg!” May 21, 2019 (Tuesday)
Loving is like peeling an egg! It’s-so-simple!
It takes less force or effort than squeezing a pimple!
It’s just – a few tap-py slaps, to bruise the shell,
That hard, protective ego, that we love so well!
You then squeeze a bit – and roll her in your hand,
Over and over – anticipating “the promised-egg-land,”
That part you will eat, which is just inside!
Little chips fall away! ‘Tis-a-procedure [that’s] true-&-tried!
It might take a moment – or a little while,
But, as you roll your delicacy, a pleasant smile,
Appears! At first, concealed – then, more pronounced,
And-then! With-shell-off, upon-your-eggie-poo-you-will-have-pounced!
Yummy! Chewy! with a little “pepper” – and salt!
Simple! and-easy! is-penetration! into-“the-secret-vault!”