Soft-boiled

This is why the egg can never come before the chicken.

Peel off my shell

And take a bite

Of the luscious custard

Held within

Forget your worries,

Forget your wrath

And make yourself merry.

Go on and take a bite

But beware of the gifts I bear,

They contain perils beyond measure.

My gift is like a Trojan Horse

And you may be left

Blissfully ignorant

Of imminent doom.