May

Singing, "I was walking on the moon one day, in the miry miry month of June..."
"May!"
Singing stops. "What?"
"May, not June. It's supposed to rhyme."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. And it's MERRY not MIRY."
"Hrmph."
Singing resumes. "I was walking on the moon one day, in the Merry, Merry month of May." Merry and May greatly emphasized.
"I was taken by surpirse, by a pair of smokey eyes..."
Loud sigh.
Singing stops. "What now?"
"I'm pretty sure that it's not walking 'on the moon', and not 'smokey' eyes."
"It's my song, I'll sing it how I want."
"But it's wrong."
"How can it be wrong!?! It's my version, there is no right or wrong."
"I'm just sayin'."
"Well don't. I'll sing it my way, you sing it yours!"
"Besides, you can't really walk on the moon, it's more of a bounce, just ask cow."
"Ahh! You are stiffling my creativity!"
"Creativity? Sounds more like absurdity."
"That's it. We're done. All you do is criticize and nitpick. I'm going back to the plate. At least she didn't criticize, even if she always generalized." The spoon stomped off.
When cow returned from her lunar trip, she whet to the table to the place setting and all that was left was the knife.
"What happened?" asked cow.
"Isn't it true that you don't really walk on the moon, you sorta bounce?"
"How would I know, I jump clean over it. So you didn't say what happened."
"Oh, spoon just found my comments too cutting."