A Poet's Tale I (Part 2)

I met this old man from the land of Torre He taught me how to manage my store He said he used to work with Mr. Montefiore The owner of my rival store This man made me a prodigy I made my competitors look like a mockery Soon I had enough money to buy more property I built a monopoly With the land of Moore in my grasp Although there are still many tasks Perhaps I shall take a break from my masque In the land of Moore I felt my bask My friend, I wrote this letter for you I hope you come to visit and taste my Moorean stew I'd like to show you how much I grew Join me and see the Moorean view Your Dear Friend, Jonathan Reese Sinclair