Spoiling for a Fight

MonkeyBoy was in a belligerent mood this morning, not of a mind to agree with anything. Having experienced this before, I wasn't foolish enough to give him any ammunition, so he was left to find his own windmills at which to tilt. He found one, eventually, and worked himself into a towering rage, bellowing "She says there aren't any names I can't rhyme, but there are SO!"

The she in question is the unnamed singer of The Name Game. You know, the one that goes "Shirley, Shirley, bo Birley, banana fana fo Firley, etc ..."

Yes, it's been one of those days.