The Inkwell

Desertion at Breakfast

A relation of Humpty dumpty
Lies soul less on the plate
His remains will soon be headed
Down the bin or nearest grate

His guard detail, was a little poor
Soldiers round him …. three or four
But though in number, they gained a tan
As part of the big egg disposal plan

Encircled round egg, his guards they dropped
As top of egg, his head was chopped
And looking round as eggs end appeared
His guardsmen they all disappeared

And so, with egg all out and in,
His remains were thrown in the nearest bin
And as for those guardsmen all fingers and thumbs
They joined him in the bin as toasted breadcrumbs!

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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.