Who was baked in a tray. The tray went in an oven, which was made of clay. The ginger was added, and the chef's hands padded, before he took the steaming hot tray away. Now this little gingerbread man was different. He seemed to not like being called Cliffrant So he changed his name to something like Jane, and the rest I've forgotten.
It's surprising just how crap a poem you can make in thirty seconds
It was pretty good aside from "Cliffrant."
You try rhyming a name with 'different'!