the politician

See the frightening of the politician,

I think he's angry at the cognition.

He finds it hard to see the chimpanzee,

Overshadowed by the fast tansey.

Who is that walking near the camel?

I think she'd like to eat the famille.

She is but a dirty ghost,

Admired as she sits upon a boast.

Her ready car is just a house,

It needs no gas, it runs on red grouse.

She's not alone she brings a lake,

a pet skunk, and lots of shaikh.

The skunk likes to chase a tissue,

Especially one that's in the queue.

The politician shudders at the fair bear

He want to leave but she wants the prayer.