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In Defense of the Egg!

Updated on August 2, 2011

Facing a lifetime of misery: a new born chick

Much more appealing than most poets!
Much more appealing than most poets!

Chickens and their eggs need all the help they can get!

Defending the Farmyard Egg

You might think anything as quietly useful and unassuming as a chicken's egg, would escape the vitriolic pens of wordsmiths and minor poets, whom ought, in my humble opinion, hasten off, have a wank, and find something with more meat on it, ahem, to write about.

So imaging my surprise on accidentally finding poem after poem about farmyard eggs on the bloomin‘ Internet! As well as verse on lesser ovules belonging to the wild birds.

The verse that stuck in my mind, but not the poet, was one that contained the line, "Nature should beg forgiveness for the (shape of) egg." And he raved on about it having no features not brains and intelligence....what an idiot!!

I thought about this for a moment. I mean, doesn't an egg have one of the most skilful and robust designs found in the natural world? There it sits, under mum if it's lucky, for about three weeks, constantly being turned and beaked about until another marvel: the chick, uses its special tooth on the unformed beak to break out.

And we are blessed by domesticated fowls who lay one of these little containers of protein each and every day: until, in gratitude, we cut mom's head off and make her into chicken pies.

Yes, mankind has a lot to answer for when he's queuing outside the heavenly door, not the least of why he treated the poor defenceless chicken in such a callous manner.

But, hey! I like a nice plump breast as much as the next man, (especially after a good feed of chicken and a sturdy red!). No, but you know what I mean.

I rather admire the Indian way of thanking the spirit of the animal he has to consume. In the hope it helps his case at the portals of paradise perhaps. Hypocritical maybe, but at least the Red Man used to show some appreciation for the life he was ending. Not the rest of us, we treat the chicken and its eggs as something god-given for our gastronomic pleasure. But when bloody poets are having a go at the poor sods, that really gets my ire, so I go for my gun....Whoa there. No, I am a bit more civilized that that.

But I do whip out my quill and, by Jiminy, I blow 'em out of the literary water!

Here’s what I wrote, tongue in cheek, in defence of all the birds eggs some time ago, aglow with ire from the nonsense I had just read.:

The Perfect Egg

Nature, you’ve no need to beg

Forgiveness for the humble egg.

To me this inoffensive ova -

Be it chicken, duck or plover -

Is a rare example of your art;

One to charm an artist’s heart.


Of course it has not nose nor ear -

Wouldn’t one like that be queer?

But if you’re careful not to taint,

Daub some on with a splash of paint!

Neither has it voice nor wit -

To me that’s half the charm of it.


It’s not suffused with gaudy hue -

A technicolored egg we’d rue.

It always has familiar form:

Classic oval, that’s the norm.

Although brute force will crack it,

The egg can boast a sturdy jacket


Soul it hasn’t; nor yet wings -

It’s more concerned with earthly things.

As its contents change and thicken,

This modest chap becomes a chicken!

So ponder this, if you still doubt it,

Imagine breakfast time without it!

(“Charged particles” R C de M).

Many of you will have kept chickens. I have, several times and I love the poor critters which have great personalities if allowed to live and be. If there is any greater magic than feeling through the nest box straw and encountering a warm, just laid egg, then the great wizard is keeping it for himself. Here’s a small verse I wrote for a child when recalling this feeling, through the eyes of a small girl called Meg.

Chicken Delight.

Farmyard bugle; proud announcement.

I wonder what it can be for?

Kiddies running; kiddies searching

Under mothers in the straw.


What a tingle; simple pleasure.

What a grin sports little Meg.

Gently clutching, concentrating -

Ah! What joy: a new-laid egg!

(Same source as above).

Hope these are fun: trying to overcome writer’s block!

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      stars439 5 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

      Great hub. The insatiable hunger for meat , chicken, beef, ham, and so much more always makes me think about where it all comes from after the feasts are over. Good Lord In Heaven, I wish common green grass could taste a lot better than fried chicken, or steamed chicken, or barbequed chicken, or any kind of delicious chicken. God Bless You.

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      powerofknowledge1 6 years ago

      Great hub! Thanks for sharing

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      writeronline 6 years ago

      Bob, I came across this clip (don't ask) and immediately though how appropriate it could be as an adjunct to this homage of yours, to the egg. It's actually about the chicken,not the egg, but it's about what a man learnt about chooks from his grandmother, when he was very young, so it shares that reverence for the special and unique qualities of the chook. Or fowl. Or foul..(that's all the warning I'm giving). Check it out....

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhBC67Ogwgo&fea...

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      htodd 6 years ago from United States

      Thanks for the great post..

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      cathylynn99 6 years ago from northeastern US

      the protein in eggs is exactly the right balance of amino acids to build human proteins. in medicalese, egg protein is the most bioavailable of any protein source in the human diet. this high quality protein is inexpensive. i agree with you - kudos to eggs.

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      cathylynn99 6 years ago from northeastern US

      i know what you mean about HP remuneration. 30 hubs, 1 yr., 1000 views, and still haven't hit the magic $10.

      oh, i did read "a walk in the woods" per your recommendation. i decided i don't need to hike the appalachian trail after all. there's a very civilized part of it here in PA that's good enough for me.

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      diogenes 6 years ago from UK and Mexico

      You are a real tonic Cathylynn. Why the boll weevil?

      I guess I found out there's no money in doing this and lost a lot of interest. "The workman worth his hire," etc. Plus the fact I took a long look at my feeble endeavours viv a vis books by, say, Bryson, and decided I was masturbating without having real sex, if you know what i mean. (I am also masturbating without having real sex this year! Probably part of the problem!) Too much information? Sorryx Bob

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      cathylynn99 6 years ago from northeastern US

      i can't think of a topic for a new hub. i've been on the forums some and doing some flagging and commenting. must be okay with the "hub heads" beause my hubscore hasn't taken a big hit. is there a health topic you're longing to know more about?

      i see that you're at 100. that alone could inspire you. how about something on the boll weavil? i mean, YOU can write on anything.

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      diogenes 6 years ago from UK and Mexico

      Hi cathylynn, where yu bin? Yeah, I have definitely lost interest lately. It may come back...Bob

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      cathylynn99 6 years ago from northeastern US

      i've been waiting for a hub, any hub from you. this hits the spot. sorry about the writer's block.

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      diogenes 6 years ago

      Hi Hanna: Yeah: be a funny old world without the poor chooks, wouldn't it? I just wish commerce would treat them better. We can help by always buying Free range eggs of course, but it doesn't make a whole lot of difference. They are such inoffensive and simple creatures...Bob

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      Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

      Oh, I enjoyed this hub. You are a super writer to be able to create a hub like this about an egg.

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      diogenes 6 years ago

      Hi Will. Thanks for visit...Bob

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      I raised chickens for the simple pleasure of having them softly croon around the yard, looking for insects and other appetizers.

      And of course, the great eggs!

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      diogenes 6 years ago

      Hi there: sounds delicious Bob

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      Austinstar 6 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

      I am going to make some deviled eggs today! Love 'em. 108 today in Texas! Need something cool and spicy.

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      diogenes 6 years ago

      Hi Bobbi: Just writing any old crap to keep the hand in really. It's all got a bit old: nothing lasts forever does it? Bob

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      BobbiRant 6 years ago from New York

      I love chickens and eggs, used to raise them and chickens are fun to watch too. LOL about Master Chef and the 'respecting food' if I were Ramsay, I guess catering to the terminally rich eaters, who buy $200 pizzas, I'd have much more respect for radishes. Gee, when I was a kid, food was what kept you alive, no pizzas adorned with truffles in my household! Great hub.

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      diogenes 6 years ago

      Ha ha ha. Sophia: Flinty eyes, "big" hair and dangerous eggs! Bin there; done that...Bob

      WOL: Thanks. Do you know, I was going to mention that about the strength of an egg but forgot...Bob

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      writeronline 6 years ago

      Very nice.

      Have you ever held an egg, ‘ends-on’ between the heels of your cupped palms, fingers intertwined, and tried to break it? That ain’t just a clever shape, it’s bloody strong.

      Smiled at your comment about some cultures paying respect to their food. We’re deep into yet another series of MasterChef on TV here in OZ; I'm not sure I can stand hearing one more moist-eyed contestant emoting on about ‘respecting the radish’ or whatever freaking ingredient whose ‘loving care’ has enabled the production of their hopefully winning dish.

      This hub is a worthy continuation of your series of ‘interesting and unexpected topics for poetry’, Bob. I’m enjoying every one.

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      Sophia Angelique 6 years ago

      Bravo! And...

      From the egg came the poet

      Who obviously didn't know it.

      The egg got mad and did some bad,

      And now the poet is a dad.