roll with egg

let’s sit and eat cake, said sponge.
we can’t, said breadroll.
yes, you’re right there, said sponge, no cake, not now.
wherever we are, said breadroll, we both are just buns from an oven. crumbling over time until sightly no more and then tossed in rain to be hacked by birds and then soil again.

rattle and roll

did we follow, said sponge.
to the corner, said breadroll, then we lost track.
track, said block of block spontaneously.
we ought to follow up and down, said sponge.
everybody knew that. the corner shop had brought eggs, rolls and butter. end of story.

© the Book of Sponge and Others.