There once was a man named Mark
Who flew to the U.S. on a lark
Lynette he did meet
What a pleasure and treat
But her dogs did nothing but bark.
Savvy bloke named Mark
From across the pond he came
Ne're to be the same
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I'm honored to be the subject of poetry (and even more honored to be thought of as savvy). Wish I had a less rhymable name now or one with plenty of syllables to have given you more of a challenge.
Many thanks, liked them both.
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