How Stories Come To Be

I ate a whale one time It was fresh so I added some lime, And though it lived in the sea My whale was not very salty So I added some salt - a pinch, But the taste caused me to twinge As to why my head shook and shook Then decided it was not well cooked So I placed it again on the fire And to my room for a nap I retired At the smell of smoke I returned Just to find that my whale had burned And was now the size of a guppy Barely enough to fill my tummy... There you have it, this is the story As to why even a whale can't fill me.