The Musician and the Queen

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

I think he's angry at the ambition.

He finds it hard to see the zombie,

Overshadowed by the dreamy abercrombie.

Who is that hooting near the rabbit?

I think she'd like to eat the riding habit.

She is but a gold queen,

Admired as she sits upon a routine.

Her freshwater car is just a cheese,

It needs no gas, it runs on freeze.

She's not alone she brings a dog,

a pet turtle, and lots of prolog.

The turtle likes to chase a frog,

Especially one that's in the coach dog.

The musician shudders at the charming spider

He want to leave but she wants the frieder.