Zygote clucks

which came first the chicken or egg?
the answer seems half-baked or fried
that never-ending question to beg...
was egg hatched or chicken on the other side?

me thinks we may never know for sure
if the chicken crossed the road de jure
or whether she merely wished some space
far from the egg and it's sunny-side face

though the egg may roll around the flat
scrambling milky thoughts of this and that
layin' hen knows the whole question's misplaced
it's not where you goes, but how you taste

© agoodguy2have 2011-04-28
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
hmmm...file under inspiration, nature, or food?

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superman30
let me put my sunglasses my white gloves and with the silver service i offer...maybe you find out who/where is the chicken or duck or...is so good you've so many connections that makes you to play God very well or a GooDGuy ..Thank you dear "Good Hunting Will".
caroljoyce
Under Clever I should think, or poached philosophy?
Cj
Macduff5
Now..GG...I think I understand this but whatever, you have given me a whole omelette of thought. cheers
cafetwo2010
Ty goodguy..I was about to fry some eggs now I'm all messed up. I suspect somewhere down the road a chicken actually figured out that riddle..but was plucked before he could cluck.lol.thumbs up
hedistuff
funny...chuckles of clucks
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