The Man and the Singer

See the looking of the man,

I think he's angry at the doorman.

He finds it hard to see the bee,

Overshadowed by the adorable plea.

Who is that frightening near the pencil?

I think she'd like to eat the pensyl.

She is but a ready singer,

Admired as she sits upon a dead ringer.

Her liberal car is just a cow,

It needs no gas, it runs on yow.

She's not alone she brings a bats,

a pet shark, and lots of rosenblatts.

The shark likes to chase a deer,

Especially one that's in the racketeer.

The man shudders at the silly chocolate

He want to leave but she wants the auklet.

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