EGG DICE

When I was young, I used a spatula for all my flips. Now I'm hardboiled, baby. And my eggs are covered in pips. I don't want to see an ellipse on your lips. No, I want to see proteins squeezed while they're hot. And when they're cold and firm, ready or not, I want to see their new shape. They'll no longer look like a grape. Oh, we'll be breakfast hall of famers. We'll be eggshellant tabletop gamers, fine molds. We'll turn eggs into diamonds that are fine. And the head of Albert Einstein. Look, I butter my toast with humility. But I boil and shake my eggs for probability. Black and white. No chance for me is yolk and white. Ha! Get it right. There's a website. It'll shed some light. You don't have to beg twice. Everybody can have egg dice.