The Boy and the Ghost

See the feeding of the boy,

I think he's angry at the leo tolstoy.

He finds it hard to see the zombie,

Overshadowed by the dreamy biamby.

Who is that hooting near the rabbit?

I think she'd like to eat the rabbet.

She is but a gold ghost,

Admired as she sits upon a military post.

Her freshwater car is just a cheese,

It needs no gas, it runs on lees.

She's not alone she brings a dog,

a pet turtle, and lots of grog.

The turtle likes to chase a frog,

Especially one that's in the gundog.

The boy shudders at the charming spider

He want to leave but she wants the snyderStart writing...