There once was this girl
..now how many stories start out like that eh?...
she loved clemantines.
she ate at least 5 pounds of clementines every other day.
One day she met a boy
(well it doesn't have to be a boy if you dont want it to be, it could be a zebra for all I care)
This boy said he loved her and even carried around her umbrella.
All he had to his name were lots of old bus passes and some pesos.
But that was alright.
Anyway, He didn't want the girl to eat clementines anymore.
Aye, that is the rub.
He wanted the girl to eat only oysters.
She frowned.
(She didn't like oysters all that much.)
He told her if she didn't stop eating clemantines he would run away.
She frowned some more.
She then asked for a while to think this over.
He agreed.
She decided that quitting her habit would be much too difficult.
And the answer to her problem was so simple that she simply overlooked it.
So she told the boy, "Pish posh!"
He left her and the umbrella.
(Later becoming a jazz musicion, he married a woman who climbed out of a tree and shook his hand.)
The girl then went to a field,
Sat down by herself,
And ate some clementines.
Pish posh.