Because the soup is getting cold  

It reminded me of my father  

Who would say
There is nothing worse than cold eggs  

I ate a lot of eggs as a boy  

He probably ate my leftovers
So they wouldn’t go to waste  

I eat my boys’ leftovers  

Their cold eggs  

I don’t think they’re that bad  

I try to talk a lot about my dad
Because my sons didn’t get to know him