The Teacher and the Singer

See the slithering of the teacher,

I think he's angry at the mythical creature.

He finds it hard to see the crocodile,

Overshadowed by the silly percentile.

Who is that trotting near the zombie?

I think she'd like to eat the crombie.

She is but a dark singer,

Admired as she sits upon a linger.

Her afraid car is just a queen,

It needs no gas, it runs on amin.

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 ronde.

The teacher shudders at the bold bats

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