I don't know why we were at Casa Brava,
but I suppose it's better than Turkish baklava.
The lanky one wanted to eat at this place,
but why did I get dragged along to this space?
So many questions that no one is answering,
but at least lanky one did not start belly dancing.
However, a strange hat he did have on his head.
It looked so silly that I almost fled.
My new resting spot has a pretty nice view.
I wouldn't mind staying here for a moment or two.
Until later, I will be signing off the web.
Find me before the paparazzi, now that I'm a celeb.

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