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.