Tall Tales: A Poem

I found the egg on a table at the back of a long-forgotten store,

 full of odds and ends that were deemed too strange for everyone else to handle. 

I recalled the stories I read in my youth,

with their knights in shining armor and their damsels in distress.

I wondered if perhaps I had found a relic from between those pages,

 lost to time and imagination.

The voice in my head called me crazy,

 but I drowned it out with a bottle of whisky and took the egg home.

And I waited.