Another in the series, in which I make up poems for the titles of articles that thinks might by me.

Why I Can’t Use Someone Else’s Eggs

I mean, for cakes, sure, I’ll use the neighbours’. If I’m out. If I need a cake.
My own eggs drop from one side,
one a month.
Maybe they’d work fine.
It’s not that someone else’s eggs give me the willies.
I don’t have anything against someone else
or her eggs.
I just can’t use them.
Now you know.
I’ve explained