Yolk! This shouldn’t be egged on.

It comes in a yellow plastic can. People drink it.

Where dryads tread the fairly fields, and then..

Sometimes I scream for no apparent reason. It feels good.

There once was a man named McNameter
Who was blessed with both length and diameter
But it wasn’t his size
That was a surprise
‘Twas his rhythm: iambic pentameter

Let’s make a date, to tango quite late
And when we get tired, we’ll just hesitate.

The itch of writing can only be cured by the scratching of a pen.

This happened to me the other day.

(source: xkcd)