Maria and Fatima

In a vibrant town, by the sea so clear,
Lived Maria and Fatima, two ladies so dear.
With potato-like faces, round and cute,
Their babushkas wrapped, never a dispute.

In Guimarães town, where the cottages rest,
There they resided, two ladies so blessed.
In little homes, snug and cozy,
They lived with their husbands, Louis and Joey.
Maria's garden, with potatoes so grand,
Fatima's kitchen, with spices at hand.

With babushkas wrapped, they'd stroll down the lane,
Gossiping and giggling, free from any strain.
Oh, the tales they would tell, full of whimsy and cheer,
Of Louis's snoring and Joe's love for beer.

Oblivious they were, in their own little craze,
Chicken was their passion, for endless days.
Insanity sparked in their quirky minds,
As they followed The Queen, with unexpected finds.

One day in the market, potatoes they sought,
Maria and Fatima, with their chicken thoughts.
But lo and behold, who did they see?
The Queen and Mrs. Smith, as happy as can be.

With giggles and laughter, they followed along,
Two Portuguese ladies, singing a song.
The Queen was puzzled, Mrs. Smith bemused,
As Maria and Fatima, their presence infused.

On a emotional rollercoaster, they hopped with glee,
Maria and Fatima, as crazy as can be.
The Queen held on tight, her crown askew,
While Mrs. Smith wondered, What the f@$* to do?

Through the streets they wandered, a sight to behold,
Maria and Fatima, so brazen and bold.
Chicken nuggets they craved, chicken wings they sought,
Their obsession with poultry, couldn't be bought.

At last, they retreated, back to their town,
Maria and Fatima, their heads held high, never a frown.
The Queen and Mrs. Smith, left in their wake,
With memories of two ladies, they couldn't shake.

So remember this tale, of Maria and Fatima,
Two potato-faced ladies, wrapped in babushka.
Obsessed with chicken, oblivious and insane,
They followed The Queen and Mrs Smith, in their own delightful game.