The Jockey and the Child

Start writing...See the walking of the jockey,

I think he's angry at the walkie.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry ripple mark.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the fare.

She is but a wrong child,

Admired as she sits upon a wild.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on millstone.

She's not alone she brings a hamster,

a pet puppy, and lots of amster.

The puppy likes to chase a chicken,

Especially one that's in the bikin.

The jockey shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the kauri