Here's a mad-lib that I wrote that I had Jo fill in for me. You'll see why later, but what I learned from this experience was that you can put bananas in any dessert and it will still sound tasty:
It was a fat and exciting, night. In the kitchen, an cat stood, running stupidly. Bob had just finished a long day of work at the buffet. He made a living doing plumbing in the Eiffel Tower. It was a job of meager means, but he was happy with his wife with a wooden leg and three kids. That night was banana night, a cherished tradition of the family where Tanya would cook up a delicious meal where everything had banana in it. There was banana with pomelo, banana with tapas, and the grand finale, banana with creme brulee for dessert.
Tonight was extra special, because Javier, the broken friend of the family was coming over and joining the family for dinner. Javier was Bob's best friend from back in the days when they were in Spanish teaching academy together. Javier had a very ghostly arm, due to his conjunctivitis, which he contracted 403 years ago when he was a volunteer coach driver. Furthermore, ever since the tragic bicycle accident he walked with a lopey gait reminiscent of a ferret.
BONK! went the doorbell as Javier arrived. Bob's noisy son, Fred, quickly got up from the TV room, finished playing tennis, and funnily laughed his way to the door. “Gee, your chin is huge!” Javier exclaimed as he came in. Why aren't you at gym, poking bellies? Fred replied, “Because it's Easter! Everyone knows that you don't need to poo when it's Easter!” From the kitchen, Bob's wife Tanya called everyone to come downstairs for dinner. Little Lena came bowling into the room, took a sniff, and made scrunched face. “It smells like a baton digested a lightbulb in here!” Bob replied, “Come on, just ask them!” THE END
In case anybody is curious, here is the template that I made up:
It was a adjective and adjective, night. In the room of the house, an animal stood, present progressive verb, adverb. He, she, it had just finished a long day of work at the place. He made a living job. It was a job of meager means, but he was happy with his way you would describe a human wife and number kids. That night was food night, a cherished tradition of the family where name of main character's wife would cook up a delicious meal where everything had food in it. There was food with other food, food with other food, and the grand finale, food with dessert food for dessert.
Tonight was extra special, because name of friend, the adjective friend of the family was coming over and joining the family for dinner. Name of friend was main character's, best friend from back in the days when they were in occupation academy together. Friend had a very adjective body part, due to his disease, which he contracted number years ago when he was a volunteer occupation. Furthermore, after the adjective, form of transportation accident, he walked with a gait lopey gait reminiscent of a animal.
Onomotapoeia, went the doorbell as friend arrived. Main character's way you would describe children son, name, quickly got up from the room in a building, finished activity, and adverb verbed his way to the door. “Something you'd say to a friend” friend exclaimed as he came in. Why aren't you at place in a city, something you would do in your free time? Son's name replied, “Because it's calendar feature! Everyone knows that you don't need to something everyone needs to do regularly when it's calendar feature!” From the kitchen, main character's wife girls name called everyone to come downstairs for dinner. Little daugher's name came verb into the room, took a sniff, and made face face. “It smells like a thing verbed another thing in here!” Main character replied, “Punchline to a joke”. THE END