Well, it has been a long time since I actually blogged here. Can't really have a reason, so all of you can throw eggs at me for that. But before you do, listen to me. I have something for all of you. Something to speak of my friendship with all of you. Something to remember and enjoy.
Tell you straight to the face, I actually thought up of a poem. Wait wait! Don't start throwing already! Sheesh! You people just have no patience. Listen to it first before you throw alright? Although a poet I am not, I still did my best. So here goes!
- Seven Flowers and Dragon -
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I remember the day I first stepped into school,
With my empty bag and head.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I quarrelled with Amilia on orientation day.
Still missing my friends from Secondary school,
I was still help captive by solitude.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When Dragon became my name.
I went through first sememster alone in school,
Only because I am crude.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I gave crazy ideas during projects.
Embarking on the second semester in school,
I resolute not to be so rude.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I opened doors for the ladies.
In the middle of the term in school,
Class formed into groups.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I claimed to be a group myself.
As miraculous as things could get in school,
I was following a group of girls unknowingly.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I was the only boy in there.
They were really friendly in school,
Always involving me in their activities.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When Amilia was in the group.
(If you do not understand this verse, please ask to avoid any misunderstandings.)
Time slowly seemed to pass by faster in school,
Especially when I am with them.
Everyone thought that I was probably a fool,
When I open my mouth.
One day Shereen came up to me in school,
With words so tender and sweet,
It changed everything.
Now I am no more a fool,
But rather a jester in the group.
I am grateful to Shereen in school,
For being the first one to acknowledge me in the group.
Now that I am no more a fool,
I have found my belonging in school.
We became 7 Flowers and Dragon in school,
Braving hardships and troubles.
Now that I am no more a fool,
Friendship blossomed instantaneously.
Each flower is dear to me in school,
For they bring me joy wherever I go.
Now that I am no more a fool,
Issues with Amilia began to clear.
As the poet's fatigue grew,
He will end the poem with another verse or two.
Now that the poet is no more a fool,
He wishes boldly that everything will continue!
As the poet's words are getting few,
He shall stop here with no clue.
Now that the poet in no more a fool,
He begs everyone not to throw eggs at his *toot*!
THE END
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Well, I sure hope you enjoyed it. Kindly put down the eggs and I will blog here again soon! Thank you for spending some time to read this piece of so called "poem". Enjoy your days ahead and may we be together for long!
