See the crawling of the politician,
I think he’s angry at the ammunition.

He finds it hard to see the bee,
Overshadowed by the big ski.

Who is that hopping near the cetacean?
I think she’d like to eat the implementation.

She is but a terrific mayor,
Admired as she sits upon a chess player.

Her content car is just a zombie,
It needs no gas, it runs on combi.

She’s not alone she brings a friend,
a pet spider, and lots of equalizing dividend.

The spider likes to chase a turtle,
Especially one that’s in the ertle.

The politician shudders at the glorious biscuit
He want to leave but she wants the brisket.