Funny ones, maybe. Once I took a new book that I'd bought for my kids, marched to their room, held it up and read from it...

I'm making a pizza the size of the sun,
a pizza that's sure to weigh more than a ton,
a pizza too massive to pick up and toss,
a pizza resplendent with oceans of sauce.

".......For us?", my son asked.

(It's a poem by Jack Prelutsky).