Here's a little one I whipped up for someone I knew who went by the nick Sushi (aka the ebil fishie).
"Hotdog!" she cries
In boundless glee,
"Barou!" she adds
And has to flee
From a passing herd of mooses
That wish to boof her leg.
Ah the joy of mooses,
With big and tangly horns,
That run around barouing,
From the day they're born.
They gamble through the forest,
They frolick by the bay,
But when they see the fishie,
They promptly hump her leg.
- Loupy (poet extraordinaire en son underwear)