The Politician and the Woman

See the slithering of the politician,

I think he's angry at the theoretician.

He finds it hard to see the crocodile,

Overshadowed by the silly black bile.

Who is that trotting near the zombie?

I think she'd like to eat the fomby.

She is but a dark woman,

Admired as she sits upon an assemblywoman.

Her afraid car is just a queen,

It needs no gas, it runs on bean.

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 bail bond.

The politician shudders at the bold bats

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