THE STRAY KINGS.

THE STRAY KINGS Stumbling through the streets, In the middle of the night, With corridors well lit, Buildings neat in height, The city all deserted. Now moving even faster, The gang,all jokers, Alert like midnight hunters, Tongue!all bewitchers, They got eyes of a panther. Up above,the casino, There they grab cappuccino, At the corner,inferno, All voices soprano, Like tomatoes,grilled with oregano. Sssssshhhh,voices so mimical, Actions,oh no! comical, Yet acted like all normal, Breathing hard like a jackal, That's all lost in a jungle. The stray kings did meddle, With what they didn't know was feeble, And thus, had to cradle, The slay queens like a gamble, That dawns out to be a bubble. Lynn Charlie. ewn