A Sorry Piece of Doggerel
For my munchkins*, the full poem.
Also for those who want to have a good cry (or who really, really need to throw up), knock yourselves out.
Sanctuary
Would you rather not bask, in warm compassion
Than be consumed by a burning passion?
The deepest scars are by the brightest of flames
Searing the soul, making you never the same.
Where else would it hide, your battered heart
Behind your eyes, with a jealous guard.
Abide with me, here's maybe a sanctuary
Tarry a while, and tell me your story.
If sorry tales are not really your cup of tea
We'll make merry, and banish sorrow in entirety. 
Ever, always there will be
Words unsaid
Deeds undone
Or love gone awry
That's just life
As it's always meant to be.
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*Okay, in order not to break hearts (and the attendant crockery), here's the full list.
The Munchkins (in alphabetical order):
Gemma
Leen
Lily
Lumri
Manal
Snots
TTG
Waffles
YngLynn
Pugly and Babe are now lambchops.
Why?
That's because they are now other men's poison.
"Kau lah racun, kau lah penawar ... " etc ad nauseaum.
Trans: ("You are the poison, you are the antidote ...")
So since they're currently other men's poison, they're now THIS man's meat ... lol.
13 comments:
can i be piggaroo or piglet(of winnie the pooh) or miss piggy? please please purty please?
I cried.
Puking is painful.
Babe,
you can be porkchop. hiks.
porkchop sounds good. or pickled pigs'ears or feet or something.
babe,
You can wear a curly-wurly tail and an apple at the other end.
Lambchops or porkchops, still meat, mah ... :p
lils,
*holds baldi and nose at the same time.
I thought you're someone who can hold her poetry.
babe,
Makes the phrase "making a pig's ear" fairly suggestive, if not downright kinky.
Beautiful.
And Sir Cips.. I have to ask my status to be changed to a whole silverside of beef (I am, after all, a heifer... :P) 'coz I am someone else's poison too. *gigit2 jari whilst batting eyelashes*
*Bawls*
lumri,
If thou art a heifer,
Tis must be one so much comely,
I would fain to be thy striving bull,
Doing unto thee deeds, both sweet and beastly.
:D
leen,
Dry thy tears, O gentle soul,
Thy mumsie's eyes might roam and upon thee spy,
Lord Cipan knoweth well what will maketh thee again whole,
Venture thee forth and scarf down a High & Mighty pie.
:D
Mana ada someone else's poison. Nobody in their right mind would want me ler.
But guess what? The good news is, that means I can now officially be your munchkin ;-)
pugly,
Weols thot that ada orang masuk chop,
So parting was such sweet sorrow,
But since u're no longer lambchop,
Boleh kah kita dating tomorrow?
:p
Ooh.. the mental imagery that the words "striving bull" and "beastly deeds' conjure!
*fans self*
P/S: You write so brilliantly well. Nak copy-paste and simpan this poem (poem kah?) somewhere.
lumri,
Mek, it's doggerel - which I've always thought meant a poem that's on its hands and knees.
:p
Dear oh dear....welcome to Sir Cipan's harem ala2!!!
(((((manal)))))
I would welcome you to my Pleasure Palace but have yet to upgrade from my usual love nest at Rumah Tumpangan Starlight at Jalan Bandar ... lol
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