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Adriano was riding an exercise bike
With all of the power he could garner.
Juninho was reading about a mass strike
That happened one time in Botswana.
Lucio gave an oration on fruit,
With reference to plum and sultana,
While Kaka was being sized up for a suit
To wear at his daughter’s gymkhana.
Roberto Carlos was playing guitar,
A-strumming along to Nirvana.
Ze Roberto was reading about a soap star
Caught trying to sell marijuana.
Ronaldinho and Cafu were chatting ‘bout fish,
In particular Dida’s piranha,
And Emerson got his unusual wish
To paint an obese iguana.
Ronaldo was reading a book about crime,
While peeling an unripe banana.
But despite the distractions, Brazil still found time
To rattle three beauties past Ghana…
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They faced the canvas, artists all,
With palettes poised and ready.
Marking with distinctive scrawl,
Their brushes stiff and steady.
The Spanish cubists drew their lines
With dark and bold abstraction.
A picture fraught with hidden signs,
Provoking a reaction.
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The old French masters slowed things down,
Yet made a great impression.
With skilful use of blue and brown
They underplayed discretion.
The experts were indeed amazed
And several of them fainted
When the French at last appraised
The masterpiece they’d painted.