An Egg Related Poem

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?