They asked me to write a poem, so I whipped one up:
On the street where I live there is an ugly girl,
She likes chocolate milk, coffee, and oatmeal,
From passing by my door so much she even gets a tan,
If she only came at night who knows, maybe she'd turn pale,
When on foot she stops, from a horse she dismounts,
Her little butt and chest are so big they leave me dazed,
But she talks about life and funk music in a way that bothers me,
She sings, she dances, and my God, how she sways,
Flirting with everyone she annoys me,
Calling me 'Dear' and 'Prince', she names me,
Eating tacaca from a bowl she makes me nauseous,
But with a smile she pays me tribute.
Poem written by me, Sílvio Lôbo, during the State Conference of Lawyers of Goiás,
