The was a young man named Bill
Who lived on the side of a hill
He gazed down o've the town
Then set his monocle down
To take a big bite of brill.
The brill was salty at best
Bill laid down his fork to rest
He watched the town again
To see o're that which he reigned
And said, "I love it!" with zest.
Copyright, 2007
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