A Dopey Poem On Language Usage

I wrote this years ago and submitted it as filler to Writer's Digest. They rejected it with a form letter saying they had enough such material to last until the year 3021. For some reason, the poem has stuck in my head.

She said she'd been walking on egg-shells

I asked her, So why do you care?
If it's shells underfoot
Then the damage is done

And you needn't walk carefully there.

The point being, of course, that the phrase is--and sensibly so--walking on eggs.