Relax, Mr. Muscles

There once was a girl from Nagoya
Who never delighted in soya
She made awful scenes
When fed curdled beans
And screamed, "I am calling my lawya!"

There once was a writer so awful
His scribbles would verge on unlawful
Instead of "not many"
Or "just barely any,"
He called tiny numbers "a pawful."

A rhymer I met down in Texas
Drove out to his herd in a Lexus.
Though grown on the farm,
He could see no harm.
"We're country, if nobody checks us."