The cat was looking at his stats the other day, have to keep track of the search engine nuts to use at my bay, and Canadians visited me less then British Indian Ocean Territory people I will confess. Umm errr okay. Never even knew there was such a bay.
British Indian Ocean Territory is there.
They come and stare.
They stop at my lair.
What do I care.
Let them come and go.
Fine by my show.
But I want a territory too.
Seems easy enough to do.
I'll pick a reef in the ocean,
One that has no commotion,
Then stick a flag on it.
Or a bag, but we already did that bit.
The cat will name it Orlinia.
Beats something like Cassiopeia.
That woman gets to hang upside down.
That must make her frown.
But wait! That is too plain.
I have to bored the territory train.
Orlinia Atlantic Ocean Territory.
It will show off in all its glory.
There you can fish all day.
You can swim in the bay.
Even make friends with sharks.
Watch it, they can leave marks.
You can sit on my nice rocks.
None of them have locks.
They may cause some hurt to your feet,
And maybe your rump when you take a seat.
But that is just fine.
You can enjoy the kingdom of the feline.
There is even a money tree.
To bad it is money from Monopoly.
But hey, it is there.
Come and visit my lair.
I need tourists to bring in the dough.
There isn't much industry there you know.
For a limited time, like forever, you can get there,
For $8649.22 for a pair.
Come visit Orlinia Atlantic Ocean Territory,
You'll go home with quite the story.
Now don't you want to visit Orlinia Atlantic Ocean Territory today? I get my very own bay. All thanks to British Indian Ocean Territory people stalking me. I hope they have a bigger rock to stand on in the sea. If it does not have much mass they can come and join the territory of my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.