See the hiding of the writer,
I think he's angry at the fighter.

He finds it hard to see the friend,
Overshadowed by the attractive gable end.

Who is that looking at the bees?
I think she'd like to eat the cheese.

She is but a friendly professor,
Admired as she sits with a lessor.

Her interesting car is just a cube,
It needs no gas, it runs on pollen tube.

She's not alone she brings a camel,
a pet raccoon, and lots of gammill.

The raccoon likes to chase a pebble,
Especially one that's in the gabel.

The writer shudders at the emotional wolf
He wants to leave but she wants the wolfe.