Yes actually there is a whole monastic order that believe they are poached eggs…the Benedictine monks.
You are a bad person.
Don’t egg him on!
But one egg is un oeuf.
As puns go, that one was pretty darn good. Although I really don’t like encouraging punsters…
A person could claim to be part dog, and be a “pooched egg”!
A person could claim to be part kangaroo, and be “pouched egg”!
A person could be very thirsty and be a “parched egg”!
And if the chicken laid on the front verandah then the’d be porched eggs.
OR what if they thought that they were an egg stolen from an IVF clinic’s storage.
They would really be a poached egg !
And when all the king’s horses and all the king’s men get Humpty Dumpty all repaired, that would be a Patched Egg.
The Firesign Theater had a military-based sketch on Everything You Know is Wrong with a General warning people he was eating breakfast with that two flying saucers had just landed on his plate. You can imagine what they are.
So, eggs and madness, but not someone thinking he’s an egg.
It’s the first three and a half minutes or so of the clip.
Wow, that one just lays there and glows. An excellent pun, and in French, no less. I am in awe, sir.
P.G. Wodehouse once described an infant as looking like a cross between Winston Churchill and a scrambled egg.
Unless, of course, it’s an Ostrich egg, in which case it’s an oaf.
If it went up against Muhammad Ali, it’d be a punched egg.
If it vibrated at an audible frequency, it would be a pitched egg.