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Deadpan

Deadpan Stan,
Made a mildly amusing quip,
In an emotionless tone.

Judged

A homeowner told a ghost his costume wasn't realistic.
He got sad and ectoplasm started spilling everywhere.

Commands

Gregory dressed up his children.
Sent them to the streets.
Demanded they gather goods from the neighbourhood.
And not return until their little plastic pumpkin heads were full.

Desert

Noah ordered desert.
Yes.
Several hundred bags of sand arrived.
He was never going to hear the end of this.

Fabio

'I like his exotic name'
Margaret told Dave.
Dave frowned at Fabio.

Cactus

Ben bought a cactus.
When people came to his house he'd point at it.
'That's a prickly customer'
He'd say.
Visitors dwindled.

Adapting

Fred's arms were cold.
He put on a jumper.

Useless

Reg enquired as to the location of the vacuum cleaner.
'The same place it's been for 20 years, Reg.'
Replied Henregetta.
Reg's dopey head nodded cluelessly.
Gave the environment a quick scan.
Made himself comfortable on the couch.

Cycle

'I was just out for a cycle'
Said Gordon,
Panting,
120 miles from home.
Beryl questioned his story.

Iconic

Ken rode on one of Lisbon's iconic yellow trams.
Which was very inconvenient. 
And rickety.
And old. 
But most importantly,
Iconic.

Please excuse the fact that in the previous poem Ken clearly flew home from his holiday. If it helps, consider the flight mentioned in that a round trip. Or read this instead:

Ken flew back to Lisbon because he forgot to ride on one of their iconic yellow trams.
Which was very inconvenient. 
And rickety.
And old. 
But most importantly,
Iconic.
Then he flew home again.

Bother

Ken prayed
That his flight would be delayed,
And that he would be seated directly in front of a heavily intoxicated person,
Who would spend the flight spilling bottles of beer,
Filling the cabin with constant sprays of perfume,
And repeatedly attempting to vape.
He hit the jackpot!

Postcard

Ken penned a postcard.
Something to let his electric toothbrush know how much he was missing it.
And that he'd be back home soon.

Otters

Ken arrived at the oceanarium.
A much more convenient version of the sea.
He stood and watched the otters.
Which he followed up with more otters.
Then it was otters and staff requesting he leave.
Finally, there was a fight with security,
In front of some otters.

Slippery

Rain
On Ken's holiday.
This was unbelievable!
Ken glanced down at Lisbon's iconic limestone pavements.
Now ever so slightly damp from the misting of rain.
And braced himself for a walk.
He equipped elbow pads, kneepads, a helmet, and wrist guards,
Called whatever Portugal's equivalent of search and rescue is,
Let them know his route back to the hotel,
And requested they send out a team if he doesn't contact them by midnight.

Delay

Ken chose to give Lisbon's public transportation another chance.
He checked the bus timetable,
Pitched his tent,
Set up a camping stove,
And enjoyed an evening listening to the traffic pass by.

Souvenirs

People must know I've visited Portugal.
Thought Ken.
As he scoured Lisbon for the perfect gift.
Then it hit him.
Magnets!
The shops were packed with the things.
Evidently no one else had thought of buying them.

Lisboa

Ken looked left.
Pessoa appeared.
Ken looked right.
Pessoa appeared.
Ken ran.
Barged into a shop.
Pessoa surrounded him.
There was no escape.

Sintra

Ken decided he'd visit Pena Palace,
Which can be spelt in a way that is less easy to pronounce if you like.
Additionally it's in Sintra, in case you're looking for it.
It was inconveniently placed at the top of a mountain.
In a tremendously humid place.
Anyway,
Ken climbed the humid misty mountains of Sintra.
Palace in view.
But not really,
Because of the aforementioned mist.
In actuality he couldn't see much at all.
But he imagined it must be a rather impressive sight.
At the peak he clambered over tourists,
Reached the highest point of the palace itself,
And gazed back down the mountains.
Or at least he would have.
You know, if the mist wasn't in the way.

Nazaré

Ken went to Nazaré.
He'd been told about big waves.
Or towering waves.
To make things a bit more poetic.
He gazed at the oceans from the town.
Not today,
I suppose.

Portugal

There Ken was.
Alighting a plane.
In the country of Portugal.
His skin turned to water.
Remained that way for a couple of weeks.
Then he returned home.