Friday, August 04, 2006


Reflections On The Prata

Oh king of flour mountain,
Mighty in thy throne
Drenched in greasy saturated fat,
Your glory is reknown.

Lord of the breakfast table,
With your prince dark Kopi-O
of your fluffy emotions,
We the people of Singapore know.

Your birth in a turbulent uprising,
Tossed by the hands of fate,
Yet skilled the hands they are,
For your ancestral emperors did they make.

Thy romance nay't be a secret,
With the savoury tanned curry,
A match made in heaven,
A marriage in a hurry.

And now glorious conquerer,
Prepare for the end
A rumbling deep within
Will signal the piercing,then the rend.

Yet phoenix like,
Thy nature is,with only a measely dollar
I raise my hand,and one more time,
Pay fate to resume order.

-Me

I dunno what i was thinking when i wrote this.Well, obviously it was prata.Sorry,Christi i'm still working on the perfect one for you.Time and tide may change and pass,but my feelings for you are true.It takes some time for the rhyming to fade,i'm gonna go lie down now,and rest my weary head.

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