Just off the cuff, here's one:
"Scones were made by fools like me but only a clod can can wreck his tea."
A little doggerel (light verse which is humorous and comic by nature) loosely based on the last line from the Joyce Kilmer poem, "For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden":
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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