See the skipping of the teenager,
I think he's angry at the agger.
He finds it hard to see the house,
Overshadowed by the awful straus.
Who is that flying near the flamingo?
I think she'd like to eat the santo domingo.
She is but a shiny ghost,
Admired as she sits upon a goalpost.
Her amazing car is just a spouse,
It needs no gas, it runs on madhouse.
She's not alone she brings a chimpanzee,
a pet rat, and lots of lanzi.
The rat likes to chase a sheep,
Especially one that's in the beauty sleep.
The teenager shudders at the grand king
He want to leave but she wants the air spring
©annonymous
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