So I had been helping out my kids do poetry some time ago (a couple of years or so) and had written a couple of rather bad limericks. I found them just now and have decided to share them with the world, enjoy.
There once was a giant bowl of soup
That was made from a whole chicken coup
The homeless they cried
“Your soup we have spied”
“And your soup can feed our whole group!”
There once was a bowl of fruit
That fell into a pot of soup
The chef he did cry
With a gleam in his eye
I shall call this soup, fruit loop!