Warning: This poem will not make sense but I wrote it for the sake of another poem idea that popped into my brain at the very last-minute.
“There once was a pony named Phony. He lied too often that everyone in town said he was full of baloney.
He belonged to a family with money. And lived inside a stable with a donkey.
Once in a blue moon, he and the donkey would travel to the zoo and communicate with a monkey.
Oh Phony the pony, how deceitful he was to the public.”