11/06/2022
See the roaring of the ghost,
I think he's angry at the corner post.
He finds it hard to see the hammer,
Overshadowed by the hip programmer.
Who is that hiding near the spider?
I think she'd like to eat the strider.
She is but an excellent dancer,
Admired as she sits upon a lung cancer.
Her gentle car is just a hamster,
It needs no gas, it runs on lamster.
She's not alone she brings a pencil,
a pet wolf, and lots of bensel.
The wolf likes to chase a pot,
Especially one that's in the nought.
The ghost shudders at the springy squirrel
He want to leave but she wants the referral.
