I packed my egg so carefully
to make it shatterproof.
The principal then took our eggs
and tossed them off the roof.
I’m proud to say my egg survived.
Its shell did not get cracked.
It’s just too bad the watermelon
didn’t stay intact.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2005. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 3
Poetic Techniques: Irony
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