The Man and the Child

See the squeaking of the man,

I think he's angry at the pakistan.

He finds it hard to see the pot,

Overshadowed by the bouncy robot.

Who is that chirping near the chicken?

I think she'd like to eat the picon.

She is but a fast child,

Admired as she sits upon a schoolchild.

Her blue car is just a salt,

It needs no gas, it runs on basalt.

She's not alone she brings an owl,

a pet flea, and lots of growl.

The flea likes to chase a pig,

Especially one that's in the frigg.

The man shudders at the deep snake

He want to leave but she wants the caiqueStart writing...