An Ode to Poached Eggs

Oh, poached eggs
THY conduct with such grace
and such poise.
YE who perch upon my toast,
in close proximity to those lesser than you
those: spinach and mushroom and tomato
WHO ARE grand as well,
but notsomuch as you.
DEAR poached egg,
your pale exterior is deceptive,
for within is a golden heart
A heart of soft love
OF DELIGHT and oozing happiness.
when they erupt:
it is a glorious moment
AND all on earth is at ease.