A Town Called Lins...

I wrote this poem for my students when we were discussing rhyming words. I have discovered that I have a love of writing corny poems...

Two months ago, I moved to a small town called Lins,

Where every meal is served with rice and beans.

In this town people love to eat meat,

And on Election Day papers are thrown into the street.

There are plenty of new and delicious fruits for me to try,

But nothing beats brigadero, I am not going to lie.

A lot of people have motorbikes on which they ride.

Every house is surrounded by a gate that you must unlock before going inside.

The streets are bumpy and the city is on a hill.

Many people of the town have great soccer skill.

It’s not unusual for students in the town to be late to class,

and every Sunday everything closes and the entire town goes to mass!

My showers are cold and the weather is hot.

The milk lasts for months and never seems to rot!

My house does not have air conditioning, only a fan.

All this sun better at least give me a tan!

Sometimes near my house a young boy sits up in the tree.

And every time I walk by he manages to scare me.

Sometimes giant bugs fly in through my window and around my room,

But I have learned how to kill them by hitting them with my broom.

When the people of the town are frustrated they say, “aye yay.”

I leave my clothes outside on the clothesline and they take a full day to dry.

People look at me strangely when I go for a run,

But they are the strange ones because they think driving in circles is fun.

Even in the summer people eat hot meals.

The girls won’t go out at night without their high heels.

Cars drive by blasting music very loud,

And at night the discos attract a very large crowd.

When meeting someone new they put out the left cheek to kiss.

These are just some of the things about Lins that I am going to miss.

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