Me: Three of the made-up words in that poem are real words now: chortle, burble and galumph.
Grace: That’s amazing!
Me: That’s nothing, Shakespeare made up at least half the words in the English language.
Grace: Like what?
Me: [at a loss] oh, you know: and, the… truck, saxophone…
Me: [attempting to milk the gag] …sausage…
Grace: Not funny, Dad. It’s too funny on its own. And it’s not random enough.