The Boy and the Mayor

See the walking of the boy,

I think he's angry at the ahoy.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry electric arc.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the flare.

She is but a wrong mayor,

Admired as she sits upon a most valuable player.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on telephone.

She's not alone she brings a hamster,

a pet puppy, and lots of lamster.

The puppy likes to chase a chicken,

Especially one that's in the quicken.

The boy shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the compensatory.Start writing...