manx poem

Mock Poem


A man I knew who lived in Vilamoura which is a vulgar

Replica of a real Portuguese Village, decide to walk

The whole length of the land, he came upon an old

a village so aged that houses collapsed by too many years.

A few people belonging to a sect didn’t move.

No, they were not Jehovah witnesses who prefer ringing

On people’s doorbell at Tv time.

They were inbred people convinced the world was

Coming to an end and it was their duty to be the first to go.

And find a roomy place in heaven.

Intrigued by the steadfastness of their faith he bought

A cabin and had a toilet and shower installed.

It was a mistake the dwellers thought bathing was a sin

set fire to his cabin, nothing for it to resume his walks.


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