Charlie and Charlene choose to cruise
In a tiny white limousine
And eat some langoustine
On the birthday of Augustine.
Cherubic pictures choke childish dreams
Of chicks, of cherries, of chewy chewing gum
Chinese chefs chop up some chop suey
To give to Hong-Kong Fuey.
Chocoholics rampage the chocolate stores
Looking for chocolate chutney behind closed doors
With chicory and chilli and chunks of chives
To feed the fluffy, fuzzy, wazzy chipmunks
Only to feel chuffed and slunk away into the slump.
Camels chirping along beside spear shaped sparrows.
Pointing out that they have a hump
But they miss an arrow
Because they’re no sparrow.
From the seas the clams claim their rights
On not becoming a mere clam-chowder
Seasoned with some black powder.
My chum came to me one day
To look for a needle in my hay
“Hey, hey!” I shouted
But it was too crowded
So I shouted again with more strength
As to cover the length:
-Can you hear yourself?
-Your going :”Chk Chk Chi Chi Chk Chk Choo Choo!”