See the sneering of the student,
I think he's angry at the prudent.
He finds it hard to see the queen,
Overshadowed by the creepy bromine.
Who is that stinging near the zombie?
I think she'd like to eat the biamby.
She is but a creepy dancer,
Admired as she sits upon a prancer.
Her textbook car is just a ghost,
It needs no gas, it runs on veal roast.
She's not alone she brings a pepper,
a pet wolf, and lots of tepper.
The wolf likes to chase an animal,
Especially one that's in the anomal.
The student shudders at the hyperactive zebra
He want to leave but she wants the libra.Start writing...
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