Wednesday, 15 April 2009

The Omelet

Gerald had had his physics class today,
Tomorrow, due, his ‘gravitational’ essay.
Coming home, soon to start, but needed to eat.
He would make an omelet with cheese and meat.
Accidentally dropping an egg; it splattered everywhere in mucks.
“I know how I’ll start my essay” he thought. “Gravity sucks.”

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