OH MY GOD we had a variant of that when I was a kid!

Old John Tully had a ten-foot wullie,
He showed it to the lady next-door,
She mistook it for a snake,
And cut it with a rake,
And now it's only three-foot four!

They weren't planned, plotted, or edited. They weren't intended for anything.

It's amazing how much fun stuff comes up doing that, though. Like, we have a weekly drabble prompt on the VC comm, and some weeks nobody posts anything, but for some of us it's the only fic we write from one end of the year to the next, and the limitations of it just being these little short things can be weirdly freeing...