AB OVO

Consider what precedes the chicken:

You, Colonel Sanders’, wing and leg; but

Well before the chicken, sir,

Let us discuss the simple egg.

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Fried today, or with Sauce Mornay,

What’s breakfast without ’em light and airy?

Scrambled, stirred, or ovenly shirred,

The egg’s one joyous cackleberry.

In breads white and rye; in cake & pie

At home with apple, pear, and peach:

Eggs lend a tang to all meringue,

And Frenchify one’s loving quiche.

Here’s the mayonnaise and Hollandaise,

And the breath of each soufflé,

A hard-boiled Yegg just won’t renege,

Nor will poached eggs resist flambé.

O! If I could depict eggs Benedict

As my ultimate, heavenly wish:

I’ve often reveled in those be-devilled.

Here’s a toast: “To the egg, the do-it-all dish”.

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Dear Sanders: One Colonel to another--

Take advice I collegially beg,

Smite the chicken, hip and thigh,

Embrace instead, the humble egg.

Mike Mc Namara

Colonel, Infantry, USA (Ret.)