The man from Brazil

A silly piece of poetry I did a while back. It’s alright, nothing super. Give it a read?

 

There was a man from Brazil

Who went to a country called Glenville

He lived in this nice big flat

Which he bought at the drop of a hat!

He woke up each day

And ate at a buffet

Dancing up and down

He then complained with a frown

He exclaimed in fright

For what he saw felt like a bite

His things had been taken

As well as all his bacon

His abode had been ransacked

But he tried to look at it abstract

They were missing, his watch and his phone

He would now need to get a loan

There was a man from Brazil

Who fled from a country called Glenville

Now, all his friends gape

As he tells all, of his narrow escape

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