Poem - Destiny

by Moya Boardman
09/08/2008

I’m the broken egg yoke
On the breakfast plate of life
The fallen chocolate souffle’
Sticking to the knife
I never fit in
Where is my place
What could my destiny be?

 I’ve tried it scrambled
I’ve tried it poached
And yes I’ve even tried it with toast
What could my destiny be?

The Master Chef He took me
He shattered my hard shell
He whisked me and shook me
Did some other things, can’t tell
Made some new
Repaired some old
And now - He’s pouring me in a tin?

You’ve tried it scrambled
You’ve tried it poached
I’m not going to talk about
The times you’ve tried it with toast
What could your destiny be?

It’s getting hot in here
Can’t stand the heat
What’s this I’m changing shape
I’m standing on my feet
I’m feeling good
I’ve found my place
At last I know my destiny

I’ve given up scrambled
I’ve given up poached
Forever and forever I’m giving up toast
I’ve found my place
Now I fit in
A FRUIT CAKE is my destiny.