An excerpt from Fenderella:

 Fenderella saabed.

Suddenly she was surrounded by  a bright Halogen light.  Just as suddenly it dimmed.  There before her eyes was PRNDL, her Fairlane Godmother.

"What seems to be the trouble, ma'am?" asked PRNDL.

"My wicked step-mother Ethyl Shaft and her daughters, Cammie and Crankie have gone to the ball at the joint of the Grand Marquis and left me here all alone." saabed Fenderella.

Here's one from the 16th greatest story teller in the nation! My friend Mike Miller:

    One warm summer evening as dusk approached, a snail was sliding home from a day at the lake. Along the way, Mr. Snail had to venture into a trouble part of town. Careful though he was, Mr. snail was unexpectedly approached from behind by two rogue turtles. The turtles commenced to attack Mr. Snail, striking him about the head and tail with their front and rear legs. They robbed him of what little valuables he carried with him, leaving him for dead. As luck would have it, a police officer on routine patrol came across the batted snail--still clinging to life. As the officer waited for medical assistance to arrive, he empathetically began his preliminary investigation into this heinous crime. "Tell me, Mr. Snail, who did this to you?" the officer inquired. "I don't know," responded the snail, in obvious pain and confusion, "It all happened so fast!"

A short poem

Mary had a little clock.

She swallowed it one day.

And then she drank some Castor Oil,

To pass the time away!