A Abc Brazil Dance(Poem) By Cauchy3 Poem by cheung shun sang

A abc Brazil dance (poem)
Jack of crack in pots of crack

Sambas have bugs on figs that take

My heart has unseen bugs in acting

Ghosts haunt in cavern with heal


Empty stream in holes to steal

Barrow has one wheel for near

Wheel and deal are those on top

Tares are on suits but meadows are women


Dilate the prizes of prides on top

We are all cogs to tone

Harps be fine and fingers be good

Jacks play with their fingers on goods


The sun on Asia sky may be red

Give the logistics are logics to pets

Patterns of Gods are king s bodies.

Launch the papers on lunches to bowls


That faces of poets help to smiles

Admire the distances from hade to a mile

Pleasures of leaders are earned by rows

Would there be sweats on brows when bow


Pietisms on parts are wholesome in vices.

Wise in acre but bully to eyes

Rusts are here yellows are pearls

Dittos on powers but flaw to react


Crooks roll your minds with hopes

Cogs in times lead us homes

Straps on times watch ones feet

Even are evil while equal are eerie


Only our planet with one sun

Falcons are slow down on bushes

Salty weathers salute to soldiers

Sambas of fortunes have just to sold


Passes on stages are passages to fires

Books on accounts are moneys to fine

Sambas of fortunes have just to sold

Sambas of fortunes have just to sold


Vectors pf suns are heats and flames

Bind to lines on sky when claimed

Plash and slash on lakes when free.

Brazil should breach on tank s wheels


Stand off and away from tanks

Red suns have white heats

Friends for wines and for wench

Stand away from tanks ends

--Political poem by Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--