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Hoping my complement of words compliment your time:
[The man] from
Cape Town came down
was a Dutch Boer much more
likely be less lightly
[demand] his
boar who bore
his own way in and weigh in.
The Boer was allowed to speak aloud
and he laughed when he left,
but was bored when he board
the plane but a plain man
who was a former farmer
and he rose like all heroes
except when they accept
they need the doe-like when they knead the dough
was too high a price to pay, so he bought a cheap toupee
and crossed aisles row by row
and crossed isles shore by shore
he rent-a-car and went by car
and rode on a road, ahead ... and saw a head!
Aghast! He stepped on ... a gas pedal
where metal met mettle
going off course on the coarse roadside.
He could hear wheels whet off the wet edge of the road
He had to sell his cell phone to pay for the room
The maid made the call to the police
The cops were told over cups of coffee
He read the report and signed it with red ink
All know that there's no way he'll forget it soon
They said, "A lesson that never lessen, our hour is up, good night--whether the weather holds."
The waitress said, "Some night, the sum is on the house."
He waste away his waist that day
At the docks, he saw ducks and first they were geese
He got the que to stand in the queue as those who were through threw in their shoe and shoo
Clerk, "Destination?" "I'll be headin' for the British Isle."
Clerk, "Cheers and goodbye." "Cheap, was a good buy!"
Cloven hoofed I am striding across sanctuaries lands
Not what was expected in their sanctimonious plans
Have I ever existed or am I a figment of their imagination
Or am I simply more perfect which angers their frustration
Me, I'm cloven hoofed and one thrown against their black
Is it I whom lacks belief or am I an excuse for their lack
But it's always me that's ostracised, or do I actually exist
Do you really know who I am to continually persist
Good or bad, black or white, like left and right we're twinned
Hey, let's open our eyes and smell the air, who has really sinned