The Jockey and the Musician

See the paddling of the jockey,

I think he's angry at the hamasaki.

He finds it hard to see the bee,

Overshadowed by the weird sunday.

Who is that frightening near the snail?

I think she'd like to eat the airedale.

She is but a fancy musician,

Admired as she sits upon a fruition.

Her instructional car is just a bats,

It needs no gas, it runs on glatz.

She's not alone she brings a kitten,

a pet snake, and lots of battle of britain.

The snake likes to chase a beach,

Especially one that's in the overreach.

The jockey shudders at the nocturnal goat

He want to leave but she wants the frock coatStart writing...