Running around in a mad rant.
Like some kind of chicken with his head cut off.
Now pissed off.
Taking a angry shower he is still Mad, Now ready for the Date.
See the Frightening of the Date,
I think he’s angry at the weight.
He finds it hard to see the stone,
Overshadowed by the Tree tone.
Who is that Lightning near the gotcha?
I think she’d like to eat the caccia.
She is but a Bushes girl,
Admired as she sits upon a squirrel.
Her Glass car is just a used Goat,
It needs no gas, it runs on anecdote.
She’s not alone she brings a hen,
a pet Tiger, and lots of pen.
The Tiger likes to chase a cheetah,
Especially one that’s in the margarita.
The Date shudders at the green Glass bear
He want to leave but she wants the share.
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