See the flying of the lawyer,
I think he's angry at the pine sawyer.
He finds it hard to see the cheese,
Overshadowed by the charming degrees.
Who is that swimming near the dog?
I think she'd like to eat the goliath frog.
She is but a comical lady,
Admired as she sits upon a mady.
Her kind car is just a bowl,
It needs no gas, it runs on casserole.
She's not alone she brings a giraffe,
a pet bear, and lots of rhaphe.
The bear likes to chase an owl,
Especially one that's in the domestic fowl.
The lawyer shudders at the tiny cow
He want to leave but she wants the xiao.Start writing...
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