Sunday 1 August 2010

Irresistible Eggs

On Julia's Legs

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

What I like about that poem, I think, is that it implies that Robert Herrick was helplessly enamoured of eggs.

I am too

P.S. The original lyrics to Yesterday ran "Scrambled eggs, Oh you've got such lovely legs."