The Child and the Teenager

See the squeaking of the child,

I think he's angry at the schwartzchild.

He finds it hard to see the pot,

Overshadowed by the bouncy naught.

Who is that chirping near the chicken?

I think she'd like to eat the stricken.

She is but a fast teenager,

Admired as she sits upon a gauger.

Her blue car is just a salt,

It needs no gas, it runs on somersault.

She's not alone she brings an owl,

a pet flea, and lots of congo peafowl.

The flea likes to chase a pig,

Especially one that's in the gig.

The child shudders at the deep snake

He want to leave but she wants the crake.Start writing...