There's No Pleasing Some People

So my daughter says to me, "You're the poet. (although she is the only one with a published poem) I need a limerick for school.

So I offer:

There once was a monkey named Tony

Who like baking bread with baloney.

The rest of the group

Preferred to eat soup.

So Tony ate lunch all aloney.

She looked at it and said, "Thanks anyway, dad."

Sheesh.