Today’spoem

THE EGGS FACTOR

They strutted down from the hayloft With eggcited flair Presenting themselves to the judges Who were seated, already there. The judges were the very best; They’d been poached from another show, Simon Fowl, Gooey Walsh, Nicole Eggslinger — Ready to go! The presenter was better than standard, He came on in full flow, ’Twas Leo O’Leary the favoured one To put the lion stamp on the show. To compete were a good few contestants — Though some had chickened out, There were cocky cockerels, preened and cleaned And chicks with a fixed beak pout. Some of the chicks were flapping With voices a little bit raw And all of the cockerels had to admit That their voices were better at dawn. With clucking, strutting and cock-a-doodle-doing The panel were at boiling point, So now they were all looking deadpan And wanted out of the joint. And with a throbbing egg ache They could listen no more, So put all their eggs in one basket And scrambled out of the door.