My husband and I both teach English, so we both teach persuasive writing.  Invariably, some student will insist on writing against same sex marriages, and more often than not, one reason they give for being against this type of union is that if we allow it, it will open the door for all sorts of depravity, such as bestiality.  Well, in case you don’t know, bestiality is sexual union with animals.  It’s not a very good argument against marriage between humans of the same sex, but if you’re going to use that as a reason in the first place, then you aren’t going to be convinced that it’s not a valid argument.  So, to assuage the despair of seeing such poor persuasive skills, we started to make up love song lyrics for those who might be so enamored of their sheep that they would want a marriage with them.  My favorite was “I’ve grown accustomed to her fleece.  She almost makes the day baaa-gin.  I’ve grown accustomed to the tune that she bleats night and noon, her softly wooly ways.  I’ve grown accustomed to her fleece.”  (My apologies to whoever wrote the song that Henry Higgins sings about his fair lady.)  It had us laughing outloud.