The Dancer and the Dancer

Start writing... See the walking of the dancer,

I think he's angry at the enhancer.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry ark.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the declare.

She is but a wrong dancer,

Admired as she sits upon a breast cancer.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on baritone.

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 bikin.

The dancer shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the rory.