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(The following is based on a true story)

Waiting to use my hardboiled eggs,

I gather the mayo and chives,

weeks it takes me to find the cheese --

I swear the mold is alive.

I forget the bacon and dash to the store,

picking up twelve other items,

I unload the bags and stock the fridge,

allowing the eggs to ripen.

Pushed to the back, these eggs will wait,

possibly a semester or two,

until I'm tossing the old mayonnaise,

and remember what I'd meant to do.

That egg-salad sandwich on toasted whole wheat,

I'll gather the ingredients, but frown,

as I realize while cracking those pretty white shells,

The innards are sloppy and brown.