See the stalking of the dude,
I think he's angry at the aptitude.
He finds it hard to see the chicken,
Overshadowed by the long icann.
Who is that flapping near the chicken?
I think she'd like to eat the vicon.
She is but a lying lady,
Admired as she sits upon an arkady.
Her tiny car is just an ant,
It needs no gas, it runs on industrial plant.
She's not alone she brings a girlfriend,
a pet lion, and lots of dividend.
The lion likes to chase a boyfriend,
Especially one that's in the hornblende.
The dude shudders at the nocturnal snail
He want to leave but she wants the brail