Eggs Act Change, Please!

When I was a child
Language was so confusing
My ears would hear
But comprehension was refusing

Once I got on a bus
And my mama, she said
“Eggs Act Changed, Please!”
That’s what I heard in my head

She was reading a sign
We have all seen before
It was bizarre to me
At the age of four

Later on in life
I knew what was meant
I read it myself
I didn’t need a hint

But still later on
I came to conclude
The sign was quite wrong
And a bit rude

In our journey through life
No change is ever exact
Whether it’s leftover coins
Or a difference we enact

So I went into old age
Never accepting precision
Forever feeling exact change
Was the poorest decision

Bus drivers would yell
Toll booth operators frowned
But I remained happy
All frowns upside downed

When finally I passed
I was surprised to find
No pearly gates, no hellish fires
Nothing of the kind

You may know what I saw
An army of eggs so vast
All acting changed
And having an imprecise blast!

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I hope you enjoyed my silly poetry today. No, I never really misinterpreted an “exact change” sign, but eggs / ex is one of my favorite syllables to make puns from. See you next week.