Ouch..

Am I in such a sorry state,
That a 17 year old girl,
Would consider me old,
And needs to be saved,
By taking the initiative,
Joining the ranks of aunties,
To match-make me,
With my new housemate,
Or any lady she could see?

Oh,
Are you beyond hope?
Or bound to eternal single-hood?
Is what she wondered aloud.

Dear me,
Am I really,
Really in such a sorry state?

Nightmare

What a nightmare!

I dreamt about her,

The second time since I got here.

It wasn't the type in which I woke up in sweat,

But it is the one filled with the feeling of dread.

In my dream I saw her,

Walking in a dodgy area,

Not somewhere secluded and dark,

But like Genting Highlands theme park.

Holding hands with joy,

It seems like she has a boy.

Everywhere they went,

I followed as close as I can.

Twist and turn in the crowd,

I lost them in the cloud.

High and low I search for her,

For she is someone I hold dear.

In the end I sat in despair,

Because she is not to be found anywhere.

Is this a sign I ponder,

That I lose to someone younger?

That boy is just 12 years old,

Or so I was told.

In my dream I am a loser,

What bummer.

It will be all right. There is Easter bunny and chocolate eggs to munch on. Yumm...

Poem

Laugh, please do.


Hey there, what's with thee?
Are you stress?
Or are you just free?
Follow me and I will cheer you up.
I will be the monkey,
You the tree.

Together we be silly,
Dancing and singing off key.
People can shake their head in sympathy,
Or join us for some fun.
It will be lucky if they give money!

Hey, don't feel sorry.
As long as you are happy,
Smiling and feeling chirpy,
That's the way it should be.


Cheers!