Poetry Day: Elegy for Eggo
The saddest words in Tierra del Fuego
are: There are no more Eggos.
On November eighteen-o
The Eggo factory was flooded-o.
Not even if you got in your Winnebago
And drove from here to great Ohio
And even stopped in far-off Reno.
You’d find no stores carrying Eggo.
No Eggos! No Eggos!
Not even for those with lumbago.
So dry out soon, factory of wondrous dough.
We’ll have syrup ready for our blessed Eggo.
- Paul De Lancey, First Lord of Fun
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