In a tower high, on the tenth floor,
Lived a man, with a tale to explore.
His blue Turkish towel, oh, what a plight,
Was swept away by winds, out of sight.
Gone with the Wind, his towel did go,
To an unknown destination, far below.
He pens a note, with a touch of despair,
Hoping the finder would kindly share.
“Dear finder, if you chance to see,
My blue Turkish towel, set it free.
Return it discreetly, without a sound,
Before my wife comes back around.
For you see, my friend, it’s quite a mess,
If she finds out, I must confess.
The tower’s vanished, like a magic spell,
I’d rather keep it secret, do tell.”
Oh, the whims of fate, how they do play,
As the man awaits his towel’s display.
Will it come back, on a gentle breeze?
Or wander off, to distant seas?
So, if you find a towel, blue and grand,
Lost in the wind, far from its land,
Think of the man, his tower astray,
And return his treasure without delay.
For he hopes to keep his secret intact,
And his wife unaware of the tower’s act.
In this humorous tale, let us all cheer,
As the blue Turkish towel’s journey we revere.
Guchi.
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