YOU ARE READING egg Poetry yolk of the egg #poem Lunch 2 0 0 by FreyaColver by FreyaColver Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story I'm glad you ate your favourite cake todayI'm glad you ate at allLunch times are so boringWhen you don't open your mouthWaltz back home out of the gateAnd pretend to gape wideWords aren't the only thing that come out of your mouth I hate you.
