See the slithering of the ghost,
I think he's angry at the khost.
He finds it hard to see the crocodile,
Overshadowed by the silly kile.
Who is that trotting near the zombie?
I think she'd like to eat the fomby.
She is but a dark student,
Admired as she sits upon a prudent.
Her afraid car is just a queen,
It needs no gas, it runs on nene.
She's not alone she brings a biscuit,
a pet panda, and lots of brisket.
The panda likes to chase a pond,
Especially one that's in the letter bond.
The ghost shudders at the bold bats
He want to leave but she wants the natsStart writing...

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