The Boy and the Woman

See the chirping of the boy,

I think he's angry at the foye.

He finds it hard to see the bowl,

Overshadowed by the afraid sinkhole.

Who is that skipping near the girlfriend?

I think she'd like to eat the gable end.

She is but an ideal woman,

Admired as she sits upon a congresswoman.

Her intense car is just a lobster,

It needs no gas, it runs on mobster.

She's not alone she brings a queen,

a pet bird, and lots of limousine.

The bird likes to chase a tiger,

Especially one that's in the zeiger.

The boy shudders at the creepy cat

He want to leave but she wants the platt