the manager

the manger

I told the manager to be a traveler

As the fellows were a traveler

He looked through his glasses

They were modified

He smiled in a manner

of happy as he waited

me to ask like demand

he said in a hurry

as his answers were prepared

if you had traveled

you would see girls that they naked

and you would gain the bad

or you might drink

and lost your walk

the fellows are smart

and you look very bad

you are old and fellows are youth

you are not smart

but they had intelligence

I said, "why are you a traveler?"

He said "I am intelligent"

I know the science in new

I copied it to my land

To elevate it in a world

Know the only language of advanced

Then you are old