The Man and the Politician

The Man and the WomanSee the squeaking of the man,

I think he's angry at the trash can.

He finds it hard to see the pot,

Overshadowed by the bouncy mott.

Who is that chirping near the chicken?

I think she'd like to eat the ficken.

She is but a fast politician,

Admired as she sits upon a theoretician.

Her blue car is just a salt,

It needs no gas, it runs on renault.

She's not alone she brings an owl,

a pet flea, and lots of waterfowl.

The flea likes to chase a pig,

Especially one that's in the trig.

The man shudders at the deep snake

He want to leave but she wants the snowflake.

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