You've got to be yolking me.

Today, i saw someone try to peel a banana.
but it's weird because they put it in a different hole than a mouth.
the banana screamed, and it scared me.
it's one of those situations when all you can say is "you've got to be yolking me".

The Egg Within

Sometimes when I run around the kitchen I feel, I feel like a happy egg.
but other times, I simply roll around the kitchen.
It's okay to feel rolly sometimes.
It's how the egg within processes things.
If you ever feel like that kind of egg, don't crack yourself open over it.

we all know what it's like to feel cracked up.
and we all know what it's like to feel rotten.

accept the egg within.

Where are the bananas?

the bananas have mysteriously disappeared over night, the potatolice is looking into it.
if anyone sees the banana's message them, their number is 199-241-POTAT.

Eggstrordinary!

Today a new carrot arrived on a camel, he says he's a persian trader.
we decided to meet at the fridge, where the market is.
"hello" I said.
"hello indeed" he answered.
then I showed him the toaster.
"ughlabuol" he said.
before taking out a vape.
I wonder why this carrot came here.
we don't see many carrots here.

he was a skater egg, she said...

see you later egg, he wasn't boiled enough for her.
Now he's a hardboiled egg, she's burn-fried black.
and there's alot of hunger.

Egg - A Poem

Thou art not the shell, thou art thy inner whites.
For even under that, something yellow hides.
Shall I be the peeler, shall you be naked before my eyes?
The thought of your whites, do me in despise.
For I do not yearn for gleamy white.
I want to see your inner light.
So if you would offer, to spend the night.
let me see your colour, before I see your white.

Eggxactly