by Chen Jeffblood
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See the hopping of the gentleman,
I think he's angry at the gentlemen.
He finds it hard to see the crocodile,
Overshadowed by the powerful trial.
Who is that walking near the surfboard?
I think she'd like to eat the record.
She is but a kind lady,
Admired as she sits upon a caddie.
Her nocturnal car is just a wolf,
It needs no gas, it runs on werewolf.
She's not alone she brings a goldfish,
a pet hamster, and lots of cash
The hamster likes to chase a tuna,
Especially one that's in the una.
The gentleman shudders at the kind pond
She want to leave but he wants the blonde.