The Lawyer and the Jockey

See the squeaking of the lawyer,

I think he's angry at the destroyer.

He finds it hard to see the pot,

Overshadowed by the bouncy longshot.

Who is that chirping near the chicken?

I think she'd like to eat the icann.

She is but a fast jockey,

Admired as she sits upon a masaki.

Her blue car is just a salt,

It needs no gas, it runs on halt.

She's not alone she brings an owl,

a pet flea, and lots of cowl.

The flea likes to chase a pig,

Especially one that's in the tig.

The lawyer shudders at the deep snake

He want to leave but she wants the rake.

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