Two eggs, one a large duck egg and his mate, a Chicken Egg, went into a bar. It was very busy so they had to scramble to get to the Counter.
'Hey, you two poachers, or what? ' growled a big guy, banging down his pint.
'No, we're both hard-boiled, and we'll sort you out, fatso, if you don't mind your lip.' cracked the Duck Egg, excitedly.
'Naw, you two's all yeller inside, ' laughed the big guy.
'Now then, ' interposed the Chicken Egg..'Don't go starting no trouble. His blood'll mess up your Shell Suit. It's the only one you've got.'
There followed the usual stand-off with fists waved etc but the big man went back to his mates at the table.
'Sure cooked his goose, ' he declared.
'Yeh, right, ' muttered his mates, winking at each other.
'It's your turn to shell out, ' said the Chicken Egg.
'Eggscuse me! ' I paid last time.'
'You pay? You must be yoking! You never pay, ' squeaked the Chicken Egg, as he called over the Bartender.
'Two pints of your best Ale, my man, ' the Chicken Egg cried.
'Er, fried we only serve Omelettes in here. Rules is Rules, ' replied
The Bartender.
Well, at this they both cracked up and were consequently served...
As Omelettes.
So everybody was eggstatic.
And the moral is: You can't use hard-boiled eggs as Omelettes. Whoops knew I'd blundered somewhere! Shall I start again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Er, fried we only serve Omelettes in here. Rules is Rules, .. .............. fried or friend? eggactly what do you mean? all in all, you hatched a good story. but you laid it on a bit thick. bri :)
FRIED.. COCKNEY pronunciation of afraid.. You're right I did over-egg it a trifle. Eggscuse me! tom