my illustration for Kevin's poem titled "Urgent Plea from a Scrambled Egg not to be Eaten" a very very funny one.
Urgent Plea from a Scrambled Egg not to be Eaten
Although I look all soft and fluffy
I'm really rather scruffy
I've lived life on the wrong side of the tracks
My days were long and hard
And I've spent time in the yard
You should have seen my shell- all loaded up with cracks
They whipped me and they beat me
You really should not eat me.
My insides are scrambled and my brains are fried.
I really taste quite awful
Won't you rather have a waffle
With some butter and some syrup on the side?
I see I can't dissuade you,
How bout if I paid you?
You really don't want to see a grown egg cry
But I just don't have the torque
To resist your urgent fork,
So I guess dear friend, this really is good-bye.
And here is another, titled "Bear Child"
Bear Child
Well it's time you were aware
that you're really not a bear
You're growing up,
we thought it's finally time you knew.
You're different from the others,
not as hairy as your brothers
And your sisters growl much louder than you do.
We found you in the forest
A diapered little tourist
You didn't cry, just chewed a brown pine cone
We took you home and got you fed,
laid you in an oak leaf bed
And raised you as if you were our very own.
At first you were confusing
Your skin was much more prone to bruising
When we pawed you like the other baby cubs
We were startled by your scream
When we put you in the stream
You preferred to have your bath time in a tub
And we learned to be more cautious
Since raw salmon made you nauseous
We fed you berries, honey, nuts and fruit
And we learned after a while
That marshmallows made you smile
When we found a human picnic site to loot.
You have hands to open jars
That we find in camper's cars
We were blessed to find you long ago that day
You never hibernate
And your eyesight's truly great
You can spot a trout a hundred feet away
You can't walk on four paws
And you don't have nice sharp claws
At bear-y things you'll never be the best
Though you cannot scale a tree
And you're scared of honey bees
We love you just as much as all the rest
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