The Lawyer and the Singer

See the walking of the lawyer,

I think he's angry at the donmoyer.

He finds it hard to see the zebra,

Overshadowed by the dark libra.

Who is that eating near the hammer?

I think she'd like to eat the gyllenhammar.

She is but a small singer,

Admired as she sits upon a klinger.

Her ornamental car is just a cheese,

It needs no gas, it runs on emphases.

She's not alone she brings a house,

a pet dog, and lots of charterhouse.

The dog likes to chase a bride,

Especially one that's in the ide.

The lawyer shudders at the ace

He want to leave but she wants the showplace.