There was a young man named Cam O’Flage

Went swimming one day, down at the plage

He drank so much booze

He left on a cruise

And changed his name, to Master Farage

wordpress writing 101 | poetry | camouflage | prompt by  Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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