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Chilly Eggs - Oct. 3, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 3, 2025
  • 1 min read

Now that I no longer work,

    each day has a distinctive taste

 

Mondays still arrive like hard-boiled eggs

     lacking salt or pepper and refrigerator cold

 

Tuesday steps up nicely, to nachos -

     warm, cheesy, crunchy, salsa-kicked

 

Wednesdays relax, an easy celebration,

     hotdogs, potato salad, gherkins

 

Thursday is a scotch-on-the-rocks day,

     smokey, fruity, closed-eye lounging

 

Fridays are fun food with dessert

     a diet-breaking day to be with friends

 

Somehow, Saturdays

     have always gone down like leftovers

    

and Sundays,

     another tasteless reheat of the week

 

which is probably why, I don’t mind eating

     Monday’s chilly eggs

 
 
 

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