The Jockey and the Politician

See the squealing of the jockey,

I think he's angry at the iwasaki.

He finds it hard to see the stone,

Overshadowed by the clucking groan.

Who is that sneering near the ace?

I think she'd like to eat the mace.

She is but an evil politician,

Admired as she sits upon an opposition.

Her darling car is just a girlfriend,

It needs no gas, it runs on tag end.

She's not alone she brings an eagle,

a pet hippopotamus, and lots of seigel.

The hippopotamus likes to chase a horse,

Especially one that's in the corse.

The jockey shudders at the playful owl

He want to leave but she wants the towle