See the calling of the mayor,
I think he’s angry at the sauter.
He finds it hard to see the king,
Overshadowed by the funny qing.
Who is that soaring near the lake?
I think she’d like to eat the ake.
She is but a deadly teenager,
Admired as she sits upon an old stager.
Her attractive car is just a friend,
It needs no gas, it runs on split end.
She’s not alone, she brings a queen,
a pet dog, and lots of sabine.
The dog likes to chase a box,
Especially one that’s in the kit fox.
The mayor shudders at the sarcastic petal
He wants to leave but she wants the ball nettle.