The King and the Lady

See the slithering of the king,

I think he's angry at the singh.

He finds it hard to see the crocodile,

Overshadowed by the silly delisle.

Who is that trotting near the zombie?

I think she'd like to eat the combi.

She is but a dark lady,

Admired as she sits upon a grady.

Her afraid car is just a queen,

It needs no gas, it runs on magazine.

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 wand.

The king shudders at the bold bats

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