See the crawling of the prince,
I think he's angry at the quince.
He finds it hard to see the eagle,
Overshadowed by the lying illegal.
Who is that crawling near the box?
I think she'd like to eat the equinox.
She is but a hyperactive child,
Admired as she sits upon an idlewild.
Her bouncy car is just a pepper,
It needs no gas, it runs on leper.
She's not alone she brings a giraffe,
a pet fish, and lots of taff.
The fish likes to chase a friend,
Especially one that's in the overspend.
The prince shudders at the cold tiger
He want to leave but she wants the hans geiger.Start writing...
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