The Politician and the Ghost

See the walking of the politician,

I think he's angry at the dietitian.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry narc.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the ware.

She is but a wrong ghost,

Admired as she sits upon a roast.

Her brainy car is just a stone,

It needs no gas, it runs on groan.

She's not alone she brings a hamster,

a pet puppy, and lots of amster.

The puppy likes to chase a chicken,

Especially one that's in the picon.

The politician shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the kauriStart writing...