The Boy and the Mayor

See the walking of the boy,

I think he's angry at the busboy.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry oligarch.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the wear.

She is but a wrong mayor,

Admired as she sits upon a billiard player.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on backbone.

She's not alone she brings a hamster,

a pet puppy, and lots of amster.

The puppy likes to chase a chicken,

Especially one that's in the ricken.

The boy shudders at the romantic lorry

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