She was no chicken

although he always let her come first

good egg that he was

Holding her arm as they tread lightly between us

guilty with their dirty little secret

unable to keep the witches at bay

despite bashing a few heads

One strong swimmer and an unsuspecting arrangement

a wedding breakfast well after the morning

of broken promises and gamekeepers getting poached

scrambling for the truth


© Ash Cheyne 2017

Daily Word Prompt – Egg

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