The Musician and the Lady

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

I think he's angry at the emission.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry exclamation mark.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the blair.

She is but a wrong lady,

Admired as she sits upon a shady.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on telephone.

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 vicon.

The musician shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the torrey