The Singer and the Girl

See the squeaking of the singer,

I think he's angry at the springer.

He finds it hard to see the pot,

Overshadowed by the bouncy crackpot.

Who is that chirping near the chicken?

I think she'd like to eat the stricken.

She is but a fast girl,

Admired as she sits upon a pin curl.

Her blue car is just a salt,

It needs no gas, it runs on perrault.

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 strangler fig.

The singer shudders at the deep snake

He want to leave but she wants the chocolate cake.Start writing...b