The Musician and the Ghost

See the hopping of the musician,

I think he's angry at the dietician.

He finds it hard to see the car,

Overshadowed by the amazing motorcar.

Who is that feeding near the duck?

I think she'd like to eat the gluck.

She is but a keen ghost,

Admired as she sits upon a lamppost.

Her bold car is just a fish,

It needs no gas, it runs on dalgleish.

She's not alone she brings a bride,

a pet scorpion, and lots of genocide.

The scorpion likes to chase a bride,

Especially one that's in the reside.

The musician shudders at the streamline tiger

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