She was only a poet’s daughter, but her couplets were heroic.
An ancient philosopher’s offspring, his stowaways were Stoic.

The ancient son of an anthropomorph, his fallacy was pathetic.
The simple son of an aesthete, his poems were anesthetic.        

The single son of a son of a goose, yet he really knew how to get down.
The dolcissima dear drummer’s daughter, with the best paradiddles in town.