Loving Poem – Elegy for Eggo

Elegy for Eggo

The saddest words in Tierra del Fuego are,
“There are no more Eggos(tm).”
On November eighteenth*, or so
Eggo land was flooded, not from snow.

Not even if you got in your Winnebago(tm)
And drove from here to great Ohio
And even stoppoed in far-off Reno,
You’d find no stores with Eggo.

O my! O my! No Eggo! No Eggo!
Not even for those with lumbago.
So dry out soon, o wondrous dough.
Then shall our buttery smiles grow.

* = I wrote this poem some years ago. I don’t remember the year. Poems are hard.


– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.

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2 thoughts on “Loving Poem – Elegy for Eggo

  1. italiadiva

    Eggos in Tierra del Fuego? =========== Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings. — Robert Benchley

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