Wet old open mansion near the rainforest
The historic gem of the tourist destination
White and creme painted walls demure
Echo the house's past triumph at grandeur
Sitting on the grassy hillside confidently
Not thin bladed grass growing gingerly
But fat thick deep green clumps abundant
Distant cattle long for invain despondent
The house sits three stories into the mist
Taking in zealous raincoated enthusiasts
their own accounts hungering for keen speculation
Giving ears and awe to the guide's ornamentation
Knowledge and exaggeration in elegent allegories
From dripping awningsas valley mist keeps pouring
Humid aged aromas inviting the nose to delve
The antique wares, swords, guns and helves
You leave through a tight exit panflets block your way
Rumours and mysteries trouble the rest of your holiday
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