Driving around in my big truck full of eggs,
Requires skill and balance and sturdy legs,
Ballerina toes at the brakes,
Caressing the steering wheel,
At every corner I make,
Avoiding speed bumps and holes in the road,
All so I don't wobble my load,
I visualise the yolk in my mind's eye,
Put the air-con on so no-one fries,
Each journey is a test of my skill,
How many eggs can I manage not to kill?
It's not a job for everyone,
It calls for care and precision,
The last thing you want,
Is egg on your face,
After a head-on collision.
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