The King and the Teenager

See the slithering of the king,

I think he's angry at the annual ring.

He finds it hard to see the crocodile,

Overshadowed by the silly tile.

Who is that trotting near the zombie?

I think she'd like to eat the abercrombie.

She is but a dark teenager,

Admired as she sits upon a drum major.

Her afraid car is just a queen,

It needs no gas, it runs on vaccine.

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 conde.

The king shudders at the bold bats

He want to leave but she wants the doormats.

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