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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andy townend 
You seem to have had fun with this one. I had! Excellent.
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Just too funny! 😀
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This is just too funny! 😉
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Well done!
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This made me smile a lot. Mr. Cam O Flage also changed his name. Maybe he was too tipsy to remember it again 🙂
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I was actually playing with words and indirectly referring to a certain UK based politician whose views I do not share, although I respect his right to have views that are not mine…
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Sometimes our subconscious plays tricks on us 😉
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Indeed..
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