A Bonkers Breakfast
I like boiled eggs for breakfast,
You must know what I mean,
But the one I had today was like
No egg I’d ever seen!
It reached up to the ceiling!
It reached up to the skies!
I’d never ever seen an egg
Of such tremendous size!
It was huge! It was enormous!
It must have weighed a ton!
When mum asked me how many I would like
I told her: ‘One!’
I asked my mum to please explain
What she had bought it for,
She told me it had been on special
offer in the store!
And somehow she had got it home,
I don't know how she made it,
But I wouldn't like to meet the giant hen
That must have laid it!
You must know what I mean,
But the one I had today was like
No egg I’d ever seen!
It reached up to the ceiling!
It reached up to the skies!
I’d never ever seen an egg
Of such tremendous size!
It was huge! It was enormous!
It must have weighed a ton!
When mum asked me how many I would like
I told her: ‘One!’
I asked my mum to please explain
What she had bought it for,
She told me it had been on special
offer in the store!
And somehow she had got it home,
I don't know how she made it,
But I wouldn't like to meet the giant hen
That must have laid it!
This poem is copyright (©) John Dredge 2026
About the Writer
John Dredge
John Dredge has had his work broadcast on BBC Radio London and BBC 6Music. He has been published in The Manchester Post, The Morecambe Poetry Festival Anthology, and the Dirigible Balloon children’s anthology Sky Surfing. He has also had work shown as part of an exhibition run by The Poetry Society.
