Runny--eggs displayed on toast of sweet whole grain.
Runny--I pile 'em on and watch yellow grease rain
Down the darkened bread that is just this side of seared.
After it runs, on the plate it's smeared.
Runny yellow goo, I love you!

Runny--sometimes they exude sulph'rous bouquet;
Tummy won't take 'em--salmonella's at bay.
I'm saved from a stomach squall;
I recall that hens eat all--
Running through their poo. . .stop and chew.

Runny was my nose, I blew incessantly.
Rheumy--despite blows, zapped olfactorily.
These eggs smelled like a rotting whale;
I couldn't tell, my nose had failed.
Running to the loo, I must poo

Runny was the consistency of the waste.
Rump spree--you could say I've got egg on my face.
Can't just fart--it's nature ire,
Seething sea and it's on fire.
Runny eggs, taboo. I'll snub you.