count your blessings
eggs in a carton sitting
next to basket on counter
what could it possibly mean
and which came first
the basket or the eggs
in the fridge there is guiness
and I pull one out
meticulously pour its contents into
slightly larger than pint glass
I’m home alone
except for this here stout
and one dozen farm fresh eggs
latter of which has no idea
if they’re coming or going
january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
❤
TYVM Bonnie!
This is full of clever references: the hymn quoted in the title, the Home Alone movie, the Guinness Books of World Records. All of these make the poem deeper, multi-layered, and interesting to me.
These are my favorite sections:
“and I pull one out
meticulously pour its contents into
slightly larger than pint glass”
“latter of which has no idea
if they’re coming or going”
I do so enjoy your work.
LOL, who’s on first
I have no idea.