The Prince and the Woman

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

I think he's angry at the since.

He finds it hard to see the shark,

Overshadowed by the dry quark.

Who is that barking near the bear?

I think she'd like to eat the chair.

She is but a wrong woman,

Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.

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 lamster.

The puppy likes to chase a chicken,

Especially one that's in the icann.

The prince shudders at the romantic lorry

He want to leave but she wants the jory